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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.
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“They use the editorial ‘we,’” said King, irrelevantly. “It annoys me. ‘Where’s your prose, Corkran?’ ‘Well, sir, we haven’t quite done it yet.’ ‘We’ll bring it in a minute,’ and so on. And the same with the others.”
“There’s great virtue in that ‘we,’” said little Hartopp. “You know I take them for trig. McTurk may […]
«Beetle! You’re oppressed and insulted and bullied by King. Don’t you feel it?»
«Let me alone! I can write some more poetry about him if I am, I suppose.»
«Mad! Quite mad!» said Stalky to the visitors, as one exhibiting strange beasts. «Beetle reads an ass called Brownin’, and McTurk reads […]
A downward puff of smoke. «Boys educate each other, they say, more than we can or dare. If I had used one half of the moral suasion you may or may not have employed—»
«With the best motives in the world. Don’t forget our pious motives, Padre,» said M’Turk.
«I suppose […]
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‘Why, we didn’t do anything,’ replied M‘Turk. ‘It was all Mr. Prout. Did you ever read a book about Japanese wrestlers? My uncle—he’s in the Navy—gave me a beauty once.’
‘Don’t try to change the subject, Turkey.’
‘I’m not, sir. I’m givin’ an illustration—same as a sermon. These wrestler-chaps have got some sort of trick that lets […]
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M’Turk, in a violet silk skirt and a coquettish blue turban,
slouched forward as one thoroughly ashamed of himself.
The Slave of the Lamp climbed down from the piano,
and dispassionately kicked him.
‘Play up, Turkey,’ he said; ‘this is serious.’
But there fell on the door the […]
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Prout’s house was furious because Macrea’s and Hartopp’s houses joined King’s to insult them. They called a house-meeting after dinner — an excited and angry meeting of all save the prefects, whose dignity, though they sympathized, did not allow them to attend. They read ungrammatical resolutions, and made speeches […]
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“‘Take not out your ‘ounds on a werry windy day,’” Stalky struck in. “I don’t care if you let him off.”
“Nor me,” said Beetle. “Heffy is my only joy — Heffy and King.”
“I ‘ad to do it,” said the Sergeant, plaintively.
“Right, O! Led away by bad […]