CHAPTER FIVE.
HOW MY MASTER ENTERED AND QUITTED THE HEAD MASTER'S STUDY TWICE IN ONE MORNING.
Charlie's first care in the morning was, as I need hardly say, to pull me out from under his pillow, and consult me as to the time.

None of his companions were astir, so that, not having anything particular to do, he lay still, and abandoned himself to the luxury of an idle half- hour in bed.
His spirits were so greatly revived by his night's rest that he forgot both the novelty and the loneliness of his position, and fell to polishing first his knife and then me as merrily as if he were at home.
What a difference a sound sleep often makes in the aspect of our affairs! Twelve hours ago he had felt as if he could never be sufficiently bold as to whistle within the walls of Randlebury, and now the first sight and sound which greeted Halliday's returning senses, as he sat up and rubbed his eyes, was his young _protege_ whistling to himself like a lark, and brightening me up with all his might with the corner of his blanket till I glowed again at nearly a red heat.
"Who's that kicking up that row whistling ?" growled a voice from the far end of the room; "because I'd like to shy a boot at his head." At this Charlie subsided, not desiring to gratify his unknown auditor in his benevolent desire, and very soon after jumped up and dressed himself.
"Look here, youngster," said Joe, "you'd better do my study now, as you mayn't have time after breakfast to-day.

You know which room it is--the sixth on your right when you get downstairs.

Cut along, look sharp, you've a good half-hour." Charlie made his way down to the lion's den, meeting on his way several other discontented fags, bound on similar errands.

He set himself to clean the window, tidy the cupboard, and generally put things square, and had succeeded fairly well in this endeavour by the time his patron made his appearance.
"What's the time ?" inquired that lord of creation, running his eye rapidly round the room at the same time, to notice how his fag had done his duty.
"It's five minutes to eight," replied Charlie, after consulting me, and highly delighted to be thus appealed to.
"Come along to breakfast, then.