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He dismissed them with many compliments by the high Lodge-gate in the split-oak park palings and they stood still; even Stalky, who had played second, not to say a dumb, fiddle, regarding McTurk as one from another world.
Thence he came back, greatly disordered, to find McTurk, Stalky, and the others of the company, in his study enjoying an unlimited "brew" coffee, cocoa, buns, new bread hot and steaming, sardine, sausage, ham-and-tongue paste, pilchards, three jams, and at least as many pounds of Devonshire cream. "My hat!" said he, throwing himself upon the banquet. "Who stumped up for this, Stalky?"
He was a clean, stalky, shapely boy, with a bright, clean-cut, incisive face; large, clear, gray eyes; a wide forehead; short, bristly, dark-brown hair. He had an incisive, quick-motioned, self-sufficient manner, and was forever asking questions with a keen desire for an intelligent reply. He never had an ache or pain, ate his food with gusto, and ruled his brothers with a rod of iron.
"Yes, we're horrid grateful," grunted McTurk. "We don't forget that soap. We're polite. Why ain't you polite, Rat?" "Hallo!" Stalky cantered up, his cap over one eye. "Exhortin' the Whiffers, eh? I'm afraid they're too far gone to repent. Rattray! White! Perowne! Malpas! No answer. This is distressin'. This is truly distressin'. Bring out your dead, you glandered lepers!"
"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?
Worst of all, they began at times to wonder whether Stalky & Co. had not some truth in their often-repeated assertions that Prout was a gloomy ass. "As you know, I am not the kind of man who puts himself out for every little thing he hears. I believe in letting the house work out their own salvation with a light guiding hand on the reins, of course.
You consider cricket beneath you, I believe " the crowd, flannelled, sniggered "and from what I have seen this afternoon, I fancy many others of your house hold the same view. And may I ask what you purpose to do with your noble selves till tea-time?" "Going down to bathe, sir," said Stalky. "And whence this sudden zeal for cleanliness? There is nothing about you that particularly suggests it.
"Know ye not that the great Rhuddyidd has said that the Stalkies become Major-Generals, V. C.'s, and C. B's of the English? Truly, they are great. Look now; ye shall see one of the greatest traits of the English Stalky." One of the pygmy Stalkies was offering a bun to a larger one, who hesitated, but took it coldly.
'Shouldn't wonder if he thought we got tight." "I never got squiffy but once that was in the holidays," said Stalky, reflectively; "an' it made me horrid sick. 'Pon my sacred Sam, though, it's enough to drive a man to drink, havin' an animal like Hoof for house-master."
To run about poachin' on your pension! Damnable, O damnable!" said Stalky, without pity. "Good Lord!" said the Sergeant, sitting heavily upon a bed. "Where where the devil was you? I might ha' known it was a do somewhere." "Oh, you clever maniac!" Stalky resumed. "We mayn't be aware you were followin' us this afternoon, mayn't we? 'Thought you were stalkin' us, eh?
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