Head of Kay's

,there was only a single morning before the summer holidays, and thatmorning was occupied with the prize-giving. The school assembled atten o'clock with a shadowy hope that this prize-day would be m

ame time, his demeanour was far from jovial. It lacked thatroll

ed. The school would have to pay the bill sooner or later. Buteight week

Bishop of Rumtifoo (who had beenselected this year to distribute the prizes) had worked off hisseventy minutes' speech (inaudible, of course, as usual), and wasfeeling mu

hestation," said Jimmy Silver. "I've been to camp two years now, and

""I don't see why we shouldn't," said Kennedy. He had seen Fenn go intothe shop, and wished to talk to him. He had not seen him after theconc

d not muc

, but it can't be helped.""If I were you," said Silver, "I should point out to them that you'd aperfect right to play what you liked for an encore. How were you to

off against Middlesex."K

said anything to

be something to look forwardto."Kennedy h

e end of the summer ter

ays happens to beparticularly oppressive on that day. Snow may have fallen on the daybefore, but directly one sets out

y consolation which buoyed up the spirits of Eckletonwas the reflection that in a short space of time, when theimportant-looking gentleman in uniform who had come to meet them hadsaid all he wanted to say on the subject of rules and regulations,they would be like that too. Happy thought

ject tomilitary discipline, and the rules for the conduct of troops quarteredin the Aldershot district--but also as members of a p

ed to think he wastelling them something fresh.

leton marched off wearily,

miss!"T

private life, but in public he willtalk about his beastly military regulations. You can't stop him. It'sa perfect mania with him. Now, I believe--that's to say, I have a

ledge of the ins and outsof the place. Kennedy was quite willing to take him as his guide. Hewas full of information. Kennedy was surprised to see what a number ofmen from the ot

explained Jimmy, as theystrolled back to the

s. He took a running dive, andalmost buried himself in the mud. It's about two feet deep. He told meafterwards he swallowed pounds of it. Rather bad luck. Somebody oughtto have told him. You can't do much diving here.""Glad you mentioned it,"

five. And one day in the week, when there's a divisional field-day,

always starting on field-days from thesame place, and marching across the same bit of ground. Still, Isuppose they can't alter the scenery for our benefit. See that manthere? He won the sabres at Aldershot last year. That chap with him isin the Clifton footer team."When a school corps goes to camp, it lives in a number of tents, and,as a rule, each house collects in a

the rowdiest house in the school, and the creamof its rowdy members had come to camp. There was Walton, for one, aperfect specimen of the public school man at

n ofthought--asked Jimmy Silver, as they went into their te

ses. You sometimes get one tent mobbing another. They loosethe ropes, you know. Low trick, I think. It isn't often done, and itgets dropped on lik

le to rotabout here. It isn't as if they were on their native heath. Peoplehave a prejudice against having their tent-ropes loosed, and they'dget beans if they did anything in that line. I remember once there wa

ul nuisance if youngBilly made an ass of himself in any way. He loves making an ass ofhimself. It's a sort of hobby o

ilence, followed almost immediately by a gruff voice inquiring

. "Did you hear that? I

t now, though. I'll ask him tomorrow, if I remember. I shan'tremember, of course. Good night.""Good night."Half a

Wren?"

rmured Silve

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