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"Oh, we didn't bother much about the other people," said McTurk. "Did we?" "But I did from the beginning." "Then you knew, sir?" A downward puff of smoke. "Boys educate each other, they say, more than we can or dare. If I had used one half of the moral suasion you may or may not have employed " "With the best motives in the world. Don't forget our pious motives, Padre," said McTurk.

He'll swear it served us jolly well right. He'll report us. It'll be a public lickin'. Oh, Turkey, don't be an ass! Think of us!" "You fool!" said McTurk, turning savagely. "D'you suppose I'm thinkin' of us? It's the keeper." "He's cracked," said Beetle, miserably, as they followed.

Ruskin says that any man who wears a tartan tie will, without doubt, be damned everlastingly." "Bravo, McTurk," said Tertius; "I thought he was only a beast." "He's that, too, of course, but he's worse. He has a china basket with blue ribbons and a pink kitten on it, hung up in his window to grow musk in. Well, King came in and wanted to know whether we'd done it with a fret-saw! Yah!

"But what the dooce is a note-of-hand?" said Beetle. "I only read about it in a book." "Now you've jolly well got to make one," said Stalky. "Yes but our ink don't turn black till next day. S'pose he'll spot that?" "Not him. He's too worried," said McTurk. "Sign your name on a bit of impot-paper, Stalky, and write, 'I O U two and fourpence. Aren't you grateful to me for getting that out of Prout?

The Head began with Stalky, McTurk, and Beetle. He dealt faithfully by them. "And here's your journey-money. Good-by, and pleasant holidays." "Good-by. Thank you, sir. Good-by." They shook hands. "Desire don't outrun performance much this mornin'. We got the cream of it," said Stalky. "Now wait till a few chaps come out, and we'll really cheer him."

Said Beetle, after a glance: "It's King's Latin prose exam. paper. In In Varrem: actio prima. What a lark!" "Think o' the pure-souled, high-minded boys who'd give their eyes for a squint at it!" said McTurk. "No, Willie dear," said Stalky; "that would be wrong and painful to our kind teachers. You wouldn't crib, Willie, would you?" "Can't read the beastly stuff, anyhow," was the reply.

But seeing what he had wrought, they danced round him in silence, waiting till it pleased him to touch earth. The tea-bell rang when they were still half a mile from College. McTurk shivered and came out of dreams. The glory of his holiday estate had left him. He was a Colleger of the College, speaking English once more. "Turkey, it was immense!" said Stalky, generously.

"Well-nourished old lady, ain't she?" said Stalky. "How long d'you suppose it'll take her to get a bit whiff in a confined space?" "Bit whiff! What a coarse brute you are!" said McTurk. "Can't a poor pussy-cat get under King's dormitory floor to die without your pursuin' her with your foul innuendoes?" "What did she die under the floor for? said Beetle, looking to the future.

Prout's pets," said McTurk a little bitterly. "We aren't even sub-prefects." "I've considered that, but on the other hand, since most bullying is mere thoughtlessness " "Not one little bit of it, Padre," said McTurk. "Bullies like bullyin'. They mean it. They think it up in lesson and practise it in the quarters." "Never mind. If the thing goes up to the prefects it may make another house-row.

They would grow up into men, because the boys of to-day made the men of to-morrow, and upon the men of to-morrow the fair fame of their glorious native land depended. "If this goes on, my beloved 'earers, it will be my painful duty to rot this bargee." Stalky drew a long breath through his nose. "Can't do that," said McTurk. "He ain't chargin' anything for his Romeo."