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When sports' day came, therefore, the score was School House three points, Mulholland's two, Dencroft's one. The success of Mulholland's in the half was to the advantage of Dencroft's. Mulholland's was not likely to score many more points, and a place to them meant one or two points less to the School House.
He had hardly got half-way down the drive when the front door opened and two indistinct figures came down the steps. As they did so his foot slipped off the grass border on which he was running to deaden the noise of his steps, and grated sharply on the gravel. "What's that?" said a voice. The speaker was Mr Kay. "What's what?" replied a second voice which he recognised as Mr Mulholland's.
"I worked with him at the Conservatoire for a year." Constance nodded. "He did it for you," she said, her eyes full of tears. "He said you were the best pupil he ever had." The door opened, and Mrs. Mulholland's white head appeared, with Falloden and Sorell behind. "Otto!" said Mrs. Mulholland, softly.
I directed Hopkinson to pile up some clay, to enquire if we were near any hills, when two or three of the blacks caught the meaning, and pointed to the N.W. Mulholland climbed up a tree in consequence of this, and reported to me that he saw lofty ranges in the direction to which the blacks pointed; that there were two apparently, the one stretching to the N.E., the other to the N.W. He stated their distance to be about forty miles, and added that he thought he could observe other ranges, through the gap, which, according to the alignment of two sticks, that I placed according to Mulholland's directions, bore S. 130 W.
I said one or two things he didn't like, and today the old man sent for me and told me to come to his room from two till four. Kay had run me in for being 'grossly rude'. Listen to those kids. What a row they're making!" "It's a beastly shame," said Kennedy despondently. At the school shop Morrell, of Mulholland's, met them.
"I don't know!" said Constance, her delicate mouth setting rather stiffly. "Ah, well they are getting old!" Mrs. Mulholland's tone had softened again, and when it softened there was a wonderful kindness in it. A door opened suddenly. The Master came in, followed by Alexander Sorell. "My dear Edward!" said Miss Wenlock, "how late you are!" "I was caught by a bore, dear, after chapel.
Mulholland's crocked himself, and won't be able to turn out for the concert." "What!" cried Kennedy. "How did it happen? What's he done?" Mr Mulholland was the master who looked after the music of the school, a fine cricketer and keen sportsman. Had nothing gone wrong, he would have conducted at the concert that night. "I heard it from the matron at our place," said Morrell. "She's full of it.
In the same way Mulholland's had only won the cricket cup once since they had become a house, but they had carried off the swimming cup three years in succession, and six years in all out of the last eight.
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