Clapperton's got something better to do than go to tea-parties in fags' rooms.

Go and tell that to the Clap-- Oh! ow! I mean, try it on next door!" "I tell you what," said Clapperton, whose temper, none of the best, was rapidly evaporating, "if you young cads don't open the door instantly, I'll break it open." "If you do, we'll tell Clapperton.

He'll welt you for it.

_He_ won't let you spoil our new paint, not if he knows it.

Good old Clappy ?" A thundering kick was the only reply, which shook the plaster of the walls, and nearly sent Fisher minor headlong with terror off his perch.
This was getting serious.