Shall I go and see ?" "We might tip one of those fellows outside a sixpence to go and get us some." "Hold hard, old man!" said Horace, laughing again.

"We're not so flush of sixpences as all that.

I guess if we want any water we shall have to get it ourselves.

I'll be back directly." Poor Reg, spirited up for a while by his brother's courage, proceeded more gingerly with his sweeping, much amazed in the midst of his misery to discover how many walks in life there are beyond the capacity even of the captain of the fifth of a public school.
He was not, however, destined on the present occasion to perfect himself in the one that was then engaging his attention.

Horace had scarcely disappeared in quest of water when the door opened, and no less a personage than the manager himself entered the room.
He was evidently prepared neither for the dust nor the duster, and started back for a moment, as though he were under the impression that the clouds filling the apartment were clouds of smoke, and Reginald was another Guy Fawkes caught in the act.