"So, Telson, Riddell's to steer your boat after all." "Yes, sir," said Telson; "it's settled now." "So that the schoolhouse boat is still the captain's boat, eh?
Ah! Parson, though, I suppose, wants the Parrett's boat to win." "Parson coxes for Parrett's," said Telson.
"Parrett--I mean Mr Parrett--stopped my river-play a week, sir," said Parson, by way of explaining the circumstance; "but I've had captain's leave to row out since, so they kept me in the boat." This sporting conversation went on for some time longer, Mrs Patrick not venturing again to join in.

At last the doctor broke up the conference of his own accord, and our two heroes, once more adrift, went out for a lounge in the hall, as they explained, to cool themselves, but really to be at hand for a bolt into the supper-room whenever the happy moment should arrive.
It did arrive after what seemed to be a week's suspense and then the hardships and perils of the evening were fully compensated for.

The two friends got into a snug corner, "far from the madding crowd," where, to put it mildly, they spent a very busy half-hour.

They managed it well.
Neither boy helped himself--he wouldn't be so greedy; but each helped the other.

When Telson saw Parson's plate getting empty of sandwiches, he most attentively fetched him a clean one with a trifle on it; and when Telson had finally got through his jellies (for he had more than one) it was Parson's brotherly hand which assisted him to an ice! As they sat there they positively wished Brown's "pa and ma" gave a party once a week! But all good things come to an end, and so did this grand party.