"Hadn't you better give in we've been a pack of fools at once ?" "So we have," said Coote.

"I'd have liked awfully to get in the Club.
How stunning the picnics would be!" "Young ass!" said Dick, "the grub's all you think about.

Even if you got on the list, it doesn't follow you'd be elected." "It would be something, though, to get on the list," said Georgie.

"It makes a fellow feel so small to be out of it.

Think of that howling young Gosse being on!" "Yes, and Raggles!" said Coote.
"Look here, I say," exclaimed Dick, suddenly stopping short in his walk, his face lighting up with the brilliancy of the inspiration, "what asses we are! There's the first Harrier hunt of the season to-morrow.