"You will come in for ballot in about three years, by which time you will have taken your degree," the guardian said.

Pen longed for the three years to be over, and surveyed the stucco-halls, and vast libraries, and drawing-rooms as already his own property.

The Major laughed slyly to see the pompous airs of the simple young fellow as he strutted out of the building.

He and Foker drove down in the latter's cab one day to the Grey Friars, and renewed acquaintance with some of their old comrades there.

The boys came crowding up to the cab as it stood by the Grey Friars gates, where they were entering, and admired the chestnut horse, and the tights and livery and gravity of Stoopid, the tiger.