"D'you remember Jack Cassidy who was a pupil at the Vicarage?
His aunt left him five thousand pounds." "Yes, and I heard he's muddling it away as fast as he can.

Mary James told me.

Her father's guardian of part of his property until he's twenty-five, you know." "He's a topper, is Jack! He's promised to take me for a day sometime to Hartleburn, when the races are on.

Now don't you go blabbing, or I'll never tell you anything again!" "Mr.Joynson said--" "Oh, for goodness sake shut up! A boy of sixteen isn't going to be bear-led by an old fogey like Joynson.

He has the mater far too much under his finger and thumb for my taste.