The master himself was considerably surprised at the sudden outburst of affection towards himself.

He hoped it meant that his influence was beginning to tell home on the minds of his youthful charges; and he wrote cheerfully to Daisy about it, and said he had scarcely hoped in so short a time to have made so many friends among his boys.
"Tell you what," said Arthur one evening, after discussing the virtues of his future kinsman with some of the Shell, "it wouldn't be a bad dodge to get up a testimonial for Marky.

I know a stunning dodge for raising the wind." "Good idea," said Tilbury, "I'm game." "Let's give it him soon, to get him in a good-humour, next week," suggested someone.
"No, we'd better do it just before the Easter holidays," replied Arthur; "that'll start him well for next term." That evening the differences between the two friends were patched up.
Dig, under a pledge of secrecy, was initiated into the whole mystery of the sack, and the wedge of paper, and the wax vestas, promising on his part to respect his friend's reputation in the matter of the "fifty-six billion Snowball." The baronet was fully impressed with the importance of his friend's disclosures.
"It's a regular case," said he.

"I never thought it of him.

We must keep it dark and give him a leg out." "I fancy so," said Arthur.