I say, what a downer he'll have on me! I half wish I was a day boy, after all." "It's a pity you aren't.

We've a jolly lot in the Urban Minors; quite a literary lot." "Bother the Urban Minors!" said I, looking dismally after the retreating form of Crofter.
"It'll take you all your time to bother some of them.

There's Flitwick, he's--" "Hang Flitwick! Whatever am I to do, Dicky ?" "I wouldn't advise you to hang Flitwick.

Oh, about that fellow Crofter! Oh, it'll be all right.

He's plenty else to think about." It was poor comfort, but the best I could get, and our arrival at our class room cut short further discussion on this most unfortunate incident.
But it weighed on my mind all day.