Smith of Totnes.
"Can you swim ?" "N-no, I'm afraid not." "That's a pity, with the lot you blubber.

You'll get drowned some day." Terrific cheers greeted this sally, in the midst of which the boy was almost forgotten.
But the political test remained.
"Now, Bertie dear, are you a Radical or a Tory ?" he was asked.
The boy took a deep breath, and said-- "I'm a Radical." At which straightforward and unlooked-for reply there were great cheers and counter-cheers, in the midst of which the scared little Radical was hustled down from his perch and sent flying to join his friends, and calm the fluttering of his poor little heart.
It being evidently unsafe to remain longer in the Quadrangle, the dejected trio betook themselves with many misgivings, to their house.
Westover's presented a striking contrast to the quiet scene of yesterday evening.

It being still a quarter to twelve, and term not being supposed to commence till mid-day, the short interval of freedom from school rules was being made use of to the best advantage.
The matron, shouted at and besieged on all sides, already stood at bay, with her hands to her ears, having abandoned any attempt to do anything for anybody.

The house porter was in a similar condition of strike.

He had once been knocked completely over by rival claimants on his assistance, and he had several times been nearly pulled limb from limb by disappointed employers.