And the few remaining days of the term were devoted, not to irregular verbs, but to the devising of glorious schemes of welcome to old Coote, and anticipations of the joys of their reformed triple alliance.
The great result day found Templeton, as it always did, in the chaos of packing up.

At the summons of the great bell, to come and hear the lists read in the Hall, fellows dropped collars and coats, rackets and rods, boots and bookstand rushed for a front seat.
Every one turned up to the summer list--even the housekeepers and the school porter.

The masters were there in caps and gowns, and the Sixth, in solemn array, occupied the benches on the dais.

The rest of the Hall was left to the first comers; and, as all Templeton, on this occasion, arrived first in a body, the scene was usually animated.
Dr Winter read the list himself, and every name rang through the Hall, being followed with cheers which made all the more striking the silence with which the next name was listened for.
"The Bishop's Scholarship has been won by Freckleton," said the Doctor.
Amazement, as well as approval, mingled with the applause which followed this most unexpected announcement.
"Which _is_ Freckleton ?" asked Dick of Swinstead, who sat in front.
"That dark fellow, talking to Mansfield." "Silence! Pledge was second, and within a few marks.

Cartwright was third." "How pleased Winter must have been to find those marks the right way!" whispered Pledge, with the red spots on his cheeks, to Bull.