What was chiefly occupying his lordly mind at that moment was the discovery suddenly made, that if Riddell was the new captain, he of course would be captain's fag.

And he was not quite sure whether to be pleased or the reverse at his new dignity.
"You see," said he to his ally, in a whisper, "it's good larks marking the fellows off every morning as they come into chapel, but then, don't you twig that means I've got to be here the moment the bell begins ringing?
and that's no joke." "No, unless you got leave to ring the bell, too," said Parson.

"Then of course they couldn't troop in till you were there.

I'd come down and help with the bell, you know." "Wouldn't do, I fancy," said Telson.

"Then, of course, it's swell enough work to have to go about and tell the monitors what they've got to do, but I'm not so sure if it's a good thing to mix altogether with monitors--likely to spoil a chap, eh ?" "Rather," said Parson.