Now, let me hear next Thursday that you have been a good boy.' Master Fodge had no distinct vision of the benefit that would accrue to him from this change of courses.

But Mr.Barton, being aware that Miss Fodge had touched on a delicate subject in alluding to the roast goose, was determined to witness no more polemics between her and Mr.Spratt, so, saying good morning to the latter, he hastily left the College.
The snow was falling in thicker and thicker flakes, and already the vicarage-garden was cloaked in white as he passed through the gate.

Mrs.
Barton heard him open the door, and ran out of the sitting-room to meet him.
'I'm afraid your feet are very wet, dear.

What a terrible morning! Let me take your hat.

Your slippers are at the fire.' Mr.Barton was feeling a little cold and cross.