"We're bound to win the High Jump if Langrish keeps on his form; he did 4 feet 1 and a half inches this afternoon." "You needn't talk--you're all right for the 100 Yards," said the modest Langrish; "there's no one in, except young Brown of the day cads, who can touch you; and he's sure to go a mucker on the day." "Don't be too sure of that," said I.

"Dicky Brown doesn't go muckers if he can help it." "There you are--backing the town cads now.

I move, and Mrs Jones seconds, that Sarah be, and is hereby, kic--I mean sat upon by the club." "Oh, don't, please," said my mother, "the bed is not strong enough." "All right--it's lucky for Sarah.

If you were half a chap you'd see we didn't lose the Quarter-mile.

Rackstraw will have a look in at it, but it'll puzzle him to beat Flitwick.