I used at first to wonder what comfort Traddles found in drawing skeletons; and for some time looked upon him as a sort of hermit, who reminded himself by those symbols of mortality that caning couldn't last for ever.

But I believe he only did it because they were easy, and didn't want any features.
He was very honourable, Traddles was, and held it as a solemn duty in the boys to stand by one another.

He suffered for this on several occasions; and particularly once, when Steerforth laughed in church, and the Beadle thought it was Traddles, and took him out.

I see him now, going away in custody, despised by the congregation.

He never said who was the real offender, though he smarted for it next day, and was imprisoned so many hours that he came forth with a whole churchyard-full of skeletons swarming all over his Latin Dictionary.