"That's why it's such a tip to have your impots written before you get them.

Penny wise, pound foolish, you know." It was not at all clear what this valuable aphorism had to do with the subject in hand, but it impressed the two new boys considerably.
"And just fancy," continued Wally, driving home his chum's nails with considerable industry, "just fancy if young Fisher was to have to sit up here swotting over lines, just when his brother wants his vote in Hall on Friday! Why, one vote will make all the difference." Fisher immediately called for pens, ink, and paper, which Wally and D'Arcy promptly supplied for him and Ashby, and a scene of unparalleled industry ensued.

Even D'Arcy insisted on doing his share, which consisted of drawing niggers in various stages of public execution, labelled with the names of Clapperton, Dangle, and Brinkman, while Wally generally superintended and assisted, by playing fives against the wall.
"I say," said he presently, "I suppose it's all out about your precious canvassing.

That beast Percy has gone and blabbed--after me giving him toffee too!" "Never mind," said D'Arcy, "we rather took it out of them, I fancy, yesterday.

They won't mess about with us in a hurry again." "No, we did pull that off pretty well.