"We called him 'Sexton,' from the office his father held; but that, after all, is not particularly witty.

It was better with the hat, for it did, indeed, resemble a cardinal's hat.

I, in the mean time, got my name in a more amusing manner." "He lived near the school," pursued the other; "he could always slip home when we had out free quarters of an hour: and then one day he had filled his mouth with tobacco smoke, intending to blow it into our faces; but when he entered the passage with his filled cheeks the quarter of an hour was over, and we were again in class: the rector was still standing in the doorway; he could not, therefore, blow the smoke out of his mouth, and so wished to slip in as he was.

'What have you there in your mouth ?' asked the rector; but Philip could answer nothing, without at the same time losing the smoke.

'Now, cannot you speak ?' cried the rector, and gave him a box on the ear, so that the smoke burst through nose and mouth.