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He wheeled, his head among the stars, and strode statelily back to his study, where Stalky and McTurk lay side by side upon the table wiping their tearful eyes too weak to move. The Latin prose paper was a success beyond their wildest dreams. "This, I presume, is a par-ergon on your part," said King, as he dealt out the papers. "One final exhibition ere you are translated to loftier spheres?

McTurk ambled round the corner, with a roving eye on all possible horizons. "Bearin' up, old man? That's right. Live it down! Live it down!" "What d'you mean?" "You look a little pensive," said McTurk. "Exhaustin' job superintendin' the honor of the house, ain't it? By the way, how are you off for mares'-nests?" "Look here," said Harrison, hoping for instant reward.

"This afternoon just after Beetle went away! She's the very thing!" "Come to my arms, my beamish boy," caroled McTurk, and they fell into each other's arms dancing. "Oh, frabjous day! Calloo, callay! She will! She will!" "Hold on," said Beetle. "I don't understand." "Dearr man! It shall, though. Oh, Artie, my pure-souled youth, let us tell our darling Reggie about Pestiferous Stinkadores."

Oyez!" shouted Beetle, after the manner of Bideford's town crier, "Tulke has reason to believe! Three cheers for Tulke!" They were given. "It's all our giddy admiration," said Stalky. "You know how we love you, Tulke. We love you so much we think you ought to go home and die. You're too good to live, Tulke." "Yes," said McTurk. "Do oblige us by dyin'. Think how lovely you'd look stuffed!"

"Six of 'em sat on my head when I went in after Manders minor," said Beetle. "I warned 'em what they'd get, though." "Everybody paid in full beautiful feelin'," said McTurk absently, as they strolled along the corridor. "Don't think we'd better say much about King, though, do you, Stalky?" "Not much.

Well, we can't use the hut any more. Hoofer will be watchin' it." "'Bother! Likewise blow!" said McTurk thoughtfully, unpacking the volumes with which his chest was cased. The boys carried their libraries between their belt and their collar. "Nice job! This means we're under suspicion for the rest of the term." "Why? All that Heffy has found is a hut. He and Foxy will watch it.

We must be virtuous." "Then I move we go to Mother Yeo's for a last gorge. We owe her about ten bob, and Mary'll weep sore when she knows we're leaving," said Beetle. "She gave me an awful wipe on the head last time Mary," said Stalky. "She does if you don't duck," said McTurk. "But she generally kisses one back. Let's try Mother Yeo."

Then there's a big bust-up and a row that gets into the papers, and a lot of chaps are expelled, you know." "Always the wrong un's; don't forget that. Have a cup of cocoa, Padre?" said McTurk with the kettle. "No, thanks; I'm smoking. Always the wrong 'uns? Pro-ceed, my Stalky." "And then" Stalky warmed to the work "everybody says, 'Who'd ha' thought it? Shockin' boys!