Then the conspirators assembled in the playground with as many of us as had heard what was going on, and awaited the return of poor Fred.

He was a long time coming, and before he arrived the head master and two ladies had appeared on the scene.
But the end came to our suspense at last, and we saw our hero march home in state.

Such a spectacle you never saw! being rather tall, Sam's greasy and ink-stained breeches came down only half-way below his knees, and fitted as tight as gloves.

The elegant wrists, usually shrouded beneath their snowy cuffs, now stuck out like skewers from two very short, very tight, and very shabby sleeves.

Fred had not attempted to don the shirt and collar which had been left for him, and it was pretty evident by the way he shivered that if any one had unbuttoned the coat and grimy waistcoat he would not have discovered much more in the shape of vestments.