What a jolly desk! Is that yours?
And what stunning binding! Why, your school-books look like novels." And Tom was soon deep in Arthur's goods and chattels, all new, and good enough for a fifth-form boy, and hardly thought of his friends outside till the prayer-bell rang.
I have already described the School-house prayers.

They were the same on the first night as on the other nights, save for the gaps caused by the absence of those boys who came late, and the line of new boys who stood all together at the farther table--of all sorts and sizes, like young bears with all their troubles to come, as Tom's father had said to him when he was in the same position.

He thought of it as he looked at the line, and poor little slight Arthur standing with them, and as he was leading him upstairs to Number 4, directly after prayers, and showing him his bed.

It was a huge, high, airy room, with two large windows looking on to the School close.

There were twelve beds in the room.