The fag returned with an important face.
"Such a go!" said he, in reply to his chief's inquiry; "there's a feast going on at Railsford's! Smelt fine! I saw them through the door, but couldn't go in, because Railsford was there.

Ainger and all the lot were tucking in.

The beef was just going in, so they've only just started." "Jolly shame!" said someone who overheard this announcement; "we never get feasts in our house! I suppose Railsford thinks he'll get his chaps in a good-humour by it.

It's not fair unless everybody does it." "It'll be hall-time before they've done.

We'd better not wait," said one of the Sixth.