John said that when the gas was lit they couldn't help laughing at old Weston: he'd rammed one elbow into a box of sardines, and there was a cheese-cake stuck in the middle of his back.

But oh, there was a row, I can tell you!" This yarn produced others, and the time passed pleasantly enough, until full justice had been done to the provisions, and hardly a crumb remained.
"Phew! isn't it hot ?" said Diggory; "let's open the window a bit.
The moon must be full," he continued, as he raised the sash; "it's nearly as light as day.

I can see all down the garden, and--hullo! quick, put the candle out!" Every one started to his feet, and the light was extinguished in a moment.
"What is it--what's the matter ?" they all asked.

"There's some one in the playground," whispered Diggory, as the others crowded round him.
"You see the door at the bottom of the garden; well, just when I spoke some one opened it and looked up at the house, and then shut it again.
It must have been Blake, and he's seen our light." "It can't be Blake," answered Acton; "he's gone to Fenley to play in a cricket match, and isn't coming back till to-morrow morning.

Old Welsby went to bed hours ago; and, besides, what should either of them want to be doing down there at this time of night?
You must have been dreaming, Diggy." "No, I wasn't; I saw it distinctly.