Hullo, Wally," as the owner of that name trotted up, "what's up ?" "Up ?" said Wally in tones of injured innocence; "one would think you didn't know it was School club elections on in an hour, and all the chaps to whip up! If the Moderns turn up in force, it'll be touch-and- go if they don't carry every man.

I can't stop now--mind you bring those kids." And off he went with all the importance of captain's fag on his electioneering tour.
"Wally's right," said D'Arcy.

"It'll be a close shave to carry our men.
You see, kids," added he condescendingly, "it's just this way.

The Moderns are going to try to carry the clubs to-day, and if they do, the whole of us aren't going to stand it, and there'll be such a jolly row in Fellsgarth as--well, wait till you _see_." This sounded very awful.

Fisher minor would have liked to know what sort of clubs were to be carried, but did not like to ask.