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Does it matter a cherry-stone that it sometimes means a charm? What good does it do you, you idiot? It only means that Merishall is harder on us. Think of your friends, Grimmy, do. If I didn't know you were a bit cracked, I'd say your performance was undiluted 'smugging."
I'm the only fellow who knows a ha'porth about it." "A ha'porth is an awful lot; besides, a chairman can't propose himself," said Cherry, revengefully. "I second the chairman's proposal," said Wilson, backing up his chum. "Carried, nem. con." "No, I'm hanged if it was!" said Cherry. "You're a fraud, Grimmy." "All right now, you chaps, the meeting is over.
"Oh! you'll see her the day after to-morrow, Dicky Bird, so don't you fret about that now. Do you know 'My first cigar'?" "Do you mean the one that sent you to hospital, Grimmy?" "No I don't. None of your cheek. I'm chairman. I mean the one Corney Grain used to sing." "Yes." "Well, you sing that and you'll make the fellows die with laughing.
Grimmy Sherlock Combs?" "Poachin'," said Grim, solemnly. "What!" exclaimed the other, with breathless interest. "Dunno, quite," said Grim; "but that young ass dropped a cartridge from his pocket the other day." "There's nothing to poach here, Grimmy." "There's Pettigrew's pheasants," said Grim, mysteriously. "But you don't shoot them in March." "We don't, Poulett, but poachers do."
He looked up at me, and begged me as plain as plain could be to have pity on him and help him; didn't you, Grimmy? And so I brought him upstairs, and made him comfortable, and now we shall never part. Do you like animals?" "Yes." The door of the room suddenly opened, and there sprang in a fresh-coloured young girl in hat and jacket, short, plump, pretty, and looking about seventeen.
"Understand," observed Poulett, as he washed away some acid stains from his bare knees, "that Grimmy is not ashamed of his black-lead and rhubarb hunt." "Why those vivid blushes, then?" "We never bargained that old Grim would copy that Fifth Form ass, Todd, and chum up with Lancaster, did we?" "What did you say about Todd?" inquired Grim, suavely. "Said he was an ass." "A what?"
"We'll see him, then, to-night." "Three cheers for Acton," said someone, and the roof echoed. "Well, we're getting on, and I say, you chaps, I have an idea." "Hear, hear!" said Cherry, acidly; "Grimmy has an idea." "A grand idea, Fruity. Your epilogue isn't in it." "What is it, Grim?" "We'll have a boxing competition open to St. Amory's juniors only. Rogers should pull that off, eh?"
"Can any one tell me what he wants with Acton?" said Grim. "I think that it's Acton that wants him," said Rogers. "Come to think of it, Grimmy, you're Acton's man. Why doesn't he lag you?" "Grimmy's not to be trusted. He'd read the billet-doux" "I don't believe that there's any notes, Wilson," said Grim, impressively, "in this business. It's something deeper than that." "What's the mystery, Mr.
"Is that funny?" "All serene, Grimmy," said Wilson, elaborately agreeing with his friend as a mother might with a sick child. "Matter of fact, it is rather fine. Not unlike a Zingari blazer, eh?" "Zingari blazer!" "Exactly like. And that pink on the trees would do for the Westminster shirts." "Blazers and shirts," cried Grim, in disgust. "Oh! get out." "Let's get in, Grimmy, instead.
A fortnight passed, and Grim had only put in the regulation practice at the nets to Wilson's intense disgust, and the time that should have been devoted to extra cricket was "wasted," according to that ardent Biffenite, in doing, of all things, needlessly elaborate translations for Merishall. "Whatever is the good of getting the very word the beak wants, Grimmy. I always translate Carmen a song.
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