United States or Hong Kong ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
It was a painful alternative that faced M'Todd. His allegiance to Barry demanded that he should consent to the scheme. On the other hand, his allegiance to afternoon tea equally strong called him back to the house, where there was cake, and also muffins.
Lucky the beastly stuff wasn't boiling. I'm soaked." "While we wait the sausages Yes? a good idea M'Todd, he is downstairs but to wait? No, no. Let us. Shall we? Is it not so? Yes?" observed Bertie, lucidly. "Now construe," said Barry, looking at the linguist with a bewildered expression.
He even went to the length of taking long runs with him. And if there was one thing in the world that M'Todd loathed, it was a long run. On the Thursday before the match against the Town, Clowes came chuckling to Trevor's study after preparation, and asked him if he had heard the latest. "Have you ever heard of the League?" he said. Trevor pondered. "I don't think so," he replied.
When Barry, accompanied by M'Todd, who shared his study at Seymour's and rarely left him for two minutes on end, passed by the notice-board at the quarter to eleven interval, it was to the second fifteen list that he turned his attention. Now that Bryce had left, he thought he might have a chance of getting into the second.
M'Todd had, after much deliberation, arrived at a profound truth. He turned to Barry, and imparted his discovery to him in the weighty manner of one who realises the importance of his words. "Look here," he said, "your name's not down here." "I know. Come on." "But that means you're not playing for the second." "Of course it does. Well, if you aren't coming, I'm off." "But, look here "
In the philosophy of M'Todd it was indeed a deep-rooted sorrow that could not be cured by the internal application of a new, hot bun. It had never failed in his own case. "Bun!" Barry was quite shocked at the suggestion. "I can't afford to get myself out of condition with beastly buns." "But if you aren't playing " "You ass. I'm playing for the first. Now, do you see?" M'Todd gaped.
It is never pleasant to have to discuss games with the very man one has ousted from the team. Drummond, too, seemed to feel that the situation was an embarrassing one, for a few minutes later he got up to go over to the gymnasium. "Any of you chaps coming?" he asked. Barry and M'Todd thought they would, and the three left the room. "Nothing like showing a man you don't want him, eh, Bertie?
"What Bertie means," he explained, "is that it's no good us waiting for M'Todd to come back. He never could fill a kettle in less than ten minutes, and even then he's certain to spill it coming upstairs and have to go back again. Let's get on with the sausages." The pan had just been placed on the fire when M'Todd returned with the water.
He was not a man with many friends. In fact, Barry and the other three were almost the only members of the house with whom he was on speaking-terms. And of these four he saw very little. Drummond and Barry were always out of doors or over at the gymnasium, and as for M'Todd and De Bertini, it was not worth while talking to the one, and impossible to talk to the other.
All that you could rely on with any certainty was that it would be something which would have been better left undone. It was just five o'clock when Barry and M'Todd started to get things ready. They were not high enough up in the school to have fags, so that they had to do this for themselves. Barry was still in football clothes. He had been out running and passing with the first fifteen.
Word Of The Day