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Young Cusack, as is the manner of small tugs, assumes complete control of his parent and rattles away incessantly as he conducts him through the grounds, past the school, towards the all-attracting "Big." "That's Welch's," he says, pointing to the right wing of the long Tudor building before them "that's Welch's on the right, and Parrett's in the middle, and the schoolhouse on the left.
He's stopped their river-play, and they won't be able to show up at the regatta." "I'm jolly glad!" said Cusack; "chaps like them deserve to catch it, don't they, Pil?" "Rather!" replied Pilbury. A silence ensued, during which both heroes were doubtless meditating upon the unexampled iniquities of the Parrett juniors.
And of course it was hardly to be expected they would confine their conversation altogether to a review of their misdeeds. The talk gradually became general, and occasionally even animated. "Guess Pil and I will have to shut up chemistry after this," said Cusack. Pilbury smiled grimly. "What do you call the beastly stuff?" asked Telson. "Sulphuretted hydrogen," said Cusack, briskly.
Besides Archbishop Browne and Staples, Bishop of Meath, its members were the Chancellor, Read, and the Treasurer, Brabazon, both English, with the Judges Aylmer, Luttrel, Bath, Cusack, and Howth all proselytes, at least in form, to the new opinions.
"Won't be a joke when we smash you in one innings," shouted Cusack, standing on his seat to give emphasis to the challenge. "Ho, ho! when's that to be?" "When you like," cried the Welchers. "Do you funk it?" "Unless those juniors there hold their row," interposed Bloomfield, "I shall have them turned out of the meeting." Whereat the little breeze calmed down.
For all that he's quite correct. Mr Bloomfield is a well-meaning man, no doubt, but he certainly is not an all-round man." Riddell then rose, and his rising was the signal for a great demonstration of party feeling. Parrett's of course went against him, and a large section of Welch's, but the schoolhouse, aided by Cusack, Pilbury, and Co., backed him up. He spoke nervously but boldly.
He caught Cusack wistfully eyeing the unwonted array of good things on the table, and evidently speculating as to who the favoured guests were to be. It was with some difficulty that the captain got him sent off to his own breakfast in the big hall, half bribed thereto by the promise of a reversion of the coming feast.
"Look out, I say!" exclaimed Philpot, in great excitement; "let it go, will you?" "What's the row?" asked Pilbury and Cusack, both in alarm. "Why, that's got my oxygen in it," cried Philpot, securing the bottle and gently lifting it on to the table, taking care to hold the glass plate that covered the mouth in its place. "Got his what in it?" asked Cusack. "Oxygen. It took me an hour to get."
"Why, Doctor Doctor Finucane," cried I, "is this possible? were you really the inside in the mail last night." "Devil a doubt of it, Mr. Lorrequer; and may I make bould to ask, were you the outside?" "Then what, may I beg to know, did you mean by your damned story about Barney Doyle, and the hydrophobia, and Cusack Rooney's thumb eh?"
"I wish he'd hurry up," said Curtis, whose special attraction was towards the dough-nuts, which of course could not come on till after the herrings. "I wonder if he's larking about with some of the chemicals. I never knew such a fellow as he is for smells and blow-ups " "I'll blow him up if he's not sharp," said Cusack, losing patience and looking mournfully at the row of herrings on the table.
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