And an evening or two later, much to my surprise, when I went as usual to "tidy up" in Pridgin's room while Tempest was there too, my lord and master said abruptly,-- "Let my things alone, kid.

Tempest appreciates a mess in his place more than I do, so I've swopped you for Trimble." "What ?" said I, in tones of mingled amazement and pleasure.

"Am I--" "You're to go and fetch my blazer," said Tempest, "that I left on the parallel bars in the gymnasium this afternoon.

Look alive, or I shall stick to Trimble." I really began to think there must be something unusually desirable about me, that fellows should be so anxious to possess me.

The Philosophers had with one accord sought me for president.