Those girls had a leap and a fail of the heart, glad to hug themselves in their dry clothes, and not so warm as the dripping boys were, nor so madly fond of their dress-circle seats to look on at a play they were not allowed even to desire to share.

They looked on at blows given and taken in good temper, hardship sharpening jollity.

The thought of the difference between themselves and the boys must have been something like the tight band--call it corset--over the chest, trying to lift and stretch for draughts of air.

But Browny's feeling naturally was, that all this advantage for the boys came of Matey Weyburn's lead.
Miss Vincent with her young ladies walked off in couples, orderly chicks, the usual Sunday march of their every day.

The school was coolish to them; one of the fellows hummed bars of some hymn tune, rather faster than church.