Arthur is still frail and delicate, with more spirit than body; but, thanks to his intimacy with them and Martin, has learned to swim, and run, and play cricket, and has never hurt himself by too much reading.
One evening, as they were all sitting down to supper in the fifth-form room, some one started a report that a fever had broken out at one of the boarding-houses.

"They say," he added, "that Thompson is very ill, and that Dr.Robertson has been sent for from Northampton." "Then we shall all be sent home," cried another.

"Hurrah! five weeks' extra holidays, and no fifth-form examination!" "I hope not," said Tom; "there'll be no Marylebone match then at the end of the half." Some thought one thing, some another, many didn't believe the report; but the next day, Tuesday, Dr.Robertson arrived, and stayed all day, and had long conferences with the Doctor.
On Wednesday morning, after prayers, the Doctor addressed the whole school.

There were several cases of fever in different houses, he said; but Dr.Robertson, after the most careful examination, had assured him that it was not infectious, and that if proper care were taken, there could be no reason for stopping the school-work at present.

The examinations were just coming on, and it would be very unadvisable to break up now.