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That was the key Dave found in the door lock when he made his early morning tour of inspection. "But the young folks must be having their fun," he said indulgently, "and, short of burning down the place, 'tis not Dave McGuire who will be interfering with 'em." Mid-term tests were approaching. Bobby, who, with all her love of fun, was a hard student, felt prepared and went around serenely.
On one occasion, towards mid-term, when all the girls had settled comfortably to their tasks and life seemed smooth and harmonious once more, even Irene being no longer regarded with dislike and terror by the rest of the girls, Lucy Merriman and Phyllis Flower took a walk together. "I am very glad we have this chance of being alone," said Lucy, "for I want to speak to you."
The Dramatic Club of Shadyside woke to ambition as the term progressed. Soon after the mid-term tests, which all the girls, even Constance, passed successfully, by dint of threat and bribery, each student was "tried out" and her ability duly catalogued. Betty liked to act, and proved to have a natural talent, while Bobby, professing a great love for things theatrical, was hopeless on the stage.
My word, what a rag!" "What's wrong now?" inquired Mike politely. "Why, look here. Tomorrow's Mid-Term Service Day. It's nowhere near the middle of the term, but they always have it in the fourth week. There's chapel at half past nine till half past ten. Then the rest of the day's a whole holiday. There are always house matches. We're playing Downing's. Why don't you play and let's smash them?"
It was worth while, nevertheless; for he never had to punish himself again for the same fault. The turning point in his life came soon after his arrival at Cambridge. The provost sent him a message to say that he would be required to partake of the Holy Communion at mid-term, then about three weeks distant. The thought of so solemn an occasion weighed heavily on his mind.
A month ago Mollie had been in the full swing of mid-term.
It may have been some or all of these notions which prompted the master to invite his young kinsman to accompany him on the following day being the mid-term holiday on an expedition into the country. The occasion had been chosen by the Grandcourt Naturalists' Field Club for their yearly picnic.
"You've come about your final project," Prof. Sigger stated. "It's only mid-term," Alona reminded him. "Oh yes, yes," continued Prof. Sigger, without conscious embarrassment. "Mid-term grade. I think I have it here. Somewhere." His hands disappeared into the left side of his desk. "You told the class that we would all get a C if we maintained that Coca-Cola wasn't a crypto-fascist conspiracy."
"I like to see it." "Indeed, Smith? You are not playing yourself, I notice. Your enthusiasm has bounds." "In our house, sir, competition is fierce, and the Selection Committee unfortunately passed me over." There were a number of pitches dotted about over the field, for there was always a touch of the London Park about it on Mid-Term Service Day.
Let me get back to my brother. "One mid-term my mother got a letter from the head-master saying he regretted that he had been under the painful necessity of expelling Francis Carville from the school. He had been caught flagrante delicto, as the old chap said, and one of the maids had been dismissed. You can imagine how a thing like that upset my mother.
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