In all the stories about boarding schools I've ever read, the fellows smoke on the sly and get found out.

Don't see much fun in that, though, do you ?" "No." Steve devoured the last of his apple and started on the peanuts.
"I don't believe those stories very well, anyway.

There's always a goody-goody hero that gets suspected of something he didn't do and knows who really did it all the time and won't tell.

And then he saves another fellow from drowning or something and it turns out that it was that fellow who did it, you know, and he goes and fesses up to the principal and the principal asks the hero's pardon in class and the captain of the football team comes to him and begs him to play quarter-back or something, which he does, and the school wins its big game because the hero gets the ball and runs the length of the field with it and scores a touchdown.

I guess boarding school isn't really very much like that, Tom.