No other faggery would be likely to take him, so we may as well." I concluded from this remark that the juniors of Mr Sharpe's house were permitted to herd together in half dozens; and on the whole I was disposed rather to bear the ills I had than fly to others I knew not of.
"I don't mind," said I, "if you let me be." "Who wants to touch you with a pair of tongs?
You may as well pull in with us, and help us kick the others.

It'll be a change after the girls' school." "I _wasn't_ at a girls' school," said I, "I told you.

All I did was to coach with one of the teachers." "About the same thing, I fancy," said Trimble, blowing his outraged nose somewhat defiantly, "Sarah!" "If you call me Sarah again," said I hotly, "I'll pull your nose again." "All right: Miss Jones, then." "No, not Miss; just Jones." "All serene, just Jones, then shut up; stick on your lavender gloves, and keep your hair on." There was a general laugh at this which vastly solaced the aggrieved Trimble, and encouraged him to refer jocularly to my late hat and boots, topics which I had not the spirit to resent.
As soon as these personal matters were disposed of, I was tacitly admitted as a member of the honourable faggery, and invited to express my opinion on a matter which had been engaging the attention of the fraternity before I arrived.
"We were thinking," said my late travelling companion, whom his friends addressed as Langrish, "that it would be a score to get up a Philosophical Society in the school.

What do you say ?" "What to do ?" I ventured to ask.
"Oh, discussions, and picnics, and larks.

What do you suppose we _should_ do?
There's a senior club of the kind already.