Far in front a number of students were bellowing their "Omega Lambda Chi," but the others had ceased to sing.
"See how great a matter a little fire kindleth!" said Dismal.
And Dismal was right.

The beginning of that scramble was trivial enough.
But the trouble which it kindled was destined to outlive the moment and seriously affect the life and fortunes of at least one of the participants.

Jones was merely grumbling one of his proverbs, without dreaming how appropriate the words really were.
Donald Pike had been nagging and tormenting the Chickering set.

He had bumped his toes against Ollie Lord's high-heeled shoes.

In the lock-step walk he had put his hands crushingly on Tilton Hull's high choker collar.