I remember while he was there he won a bet from another boy who could not pay, and he foreclosed on the loser's cricketing trousers.

His parents were distressed about it when he brought them home, and I tried to make him see that he ought not to have taken them.

But Dick held firm.

He said it was like tithe, and if he could not get his own in money, as I did, he must collect it in trousers.

I must own he had me there.