I grinned at him one day, meaning to be friendly, but he didn't half like it." I laughed at this, greatly to Flanagan's wrath.

Luckily, however, no evil consequences happened, and we reached church without any more bad marks.
Of all days, Sunday at Stonebridge House was the most miserable and desperate.

We had not even the occupation of lessons, still less the escape to the playground.

After church, we were marched back to the school, and there set to read some dry task book till dinner.
And after dinner we were set to copy out a chapter of Jeremiah or some other equally suitable passage from beginning to end on ruled paper, getting bad marks as on week days for all faults.

After this came tea, and after tea another dreary march forth to church.