I know when I came first there used to be christenings and all kinds of humbug." "What was that ?" asked Diggory.
"Why, fellows used always to christen you with a nickname: they stuck your head in a basin and poured water over you, and if you struggled you got it all down your back." "Yes," continued Carton, "and they hid your clothes, and had bull-fights and all sorts of foolery.

That was in _Nineteen_: old 'Thirsty' was the prefect for that passage, and he doesn't care tu'pence what fellows do.
But Allingford's put a stop to almost all that kind of thing: he's captain of the school, and he's always awfully down on anything of that sort." By the time breakfast was over on the following morning, Diggory and his two companions were beginning to recover a little from their first state of bewilderment amid their strange surroundings.

They donned the school cap of black flannel, with the crest worked in silk upon the front, and went out to enjoy some fresh air and sunshine in the playground.
It was a bright, frosty day, and the whole place seemed full of life and activity.

There was plenty to engage their attention, and much that was new and singular after their comparatively quiet playground at The Birches.

But whatever there was to awaken their interest out of doors, a thing was destined to happen during their first morning school which would be a still greater surprise than anything they had yet encountered during their short residence at Ronleigh.
At nine o'clock the clanging of the big bell summoned them to the general assembly in the big schoolroom.