But what about the grating in the gymnasium floor?
Couldn't you twig it through that ?" "Not unless you were looking for it.

And if you could, you couldn't get at it." "Well," said Trimble, rather brutally, "I hope it's all right, for your sake.

Fellows who keep guys must take the consequences.

It would have been much safer if you'd kept it under your bed." "You may keep the next," growled I.

"I've done with it." Considering the probable condition of the luckless effigy at that moment, nobody was inclined to contradict me; and the Philosophers relapsed into gloomy silence, and eventually fell asleep.
I was probably the last to reach that blissful stage.