They'll hold." "I suppose he's made of gutta-percha," observed another.

"He'll stretch a little more before he's done." "I say, what a bill he's running up! By the way, what do they charge for this kind of pudding ?" "It's a dear kind--and nothing like as good as the sort we get for regular.

I never could understand why they make fellows shell out for what they eat first-night." "It _is_ a swindle," said D'Arcy, solemnly.

"I've had to make a very light meal, because I've only half a crown, and I'm afraid there won't be much change left out of that." The new boy was just laying butter on a roll, and preparing to close the proceedings of the meal with a good square turn of bread and butter.
But as D'Arcy's words fell on his ears he suddenly stopped short and looked up.
"I say," said he, "isn't this dinner charged in the house bill then ?" D'Arcy laughed derisively.
"Well, you most be a muff.

Don't you know school doesn't begin till to- morrow?
They give you dinner to-night, but you're not obliged to eat it." The new boy took a gulp of water, which he calculated would be gratis under any circumstances, and then gasped--"I say, I didn't know that." D'Arcy looked solemn.