The fellow who was standing treat was rather a swell in his way, and among other things he'd got his jam put out in a flat glass dish.

It was a fine feed, and they'd just begun, when they heard some one coming.

They'd only just got time to turn out the gas and jump into bed before the door opened, and in came one of the masters called Weston.

Well, of course, they all pretended to be asleep.

But the master had heard them scrambling about, and he walked in the dark up the aisle between the beds, saying, 'Who's been out of bed here ?' Then all of a sudden he stuck his foot into the glass jam-dish, and it slid along the floor, and down he came bang in the middle of all the spread.