"I don't suppose you'd think yourself overfed or jolly comfortable either.

But come on; have you got the string ?" Each parcel was attached to a long piece of string, and conveyed in state by the entire school to its respective destination.

The Henniker was first fed.

Amid shouts of "Cheer, boys, cheer," and "Rule Britannia," we marched up to her door and halted, while Smith, with the aid of a rake, lifted the parcel on to the small ventilator above the door, and gave it a little shove over the other side.
"Now lower away," said he to the boy who held the string.
"Smith, I hear your voice," cried the Henniker.

"Smith, open my door, _please_." Except for the last extraordinary expression the Henniker's voice sounded much as usual.