We don't see any fun in going back yet." Nic turned his face to his companion, who burst out laughing--a laugh in which he was joined by the others as they came up, Tomlins being the most facetious.
"I say, look at his open eye," cried the little fellow, "and the crack on his lip.

I say, don't laugh, Nic; it'll hurt.

Don't he look like enjoying himself!" "Be quiet, Tomlins!" cried Nic's second.
"All right; I've done." "I say, will you come, Nic ?" "No; I'm going to see Green back to the Friary." "And then," cried Tomlins, "they're going to have a can of hot water and sponge one another, and make friends and live happy ever after.

I say, wouldn't they both look nice in a glass case!" Nic smiled in spite of himself; and went on back to the Friary, where the man-servant also indulged in a grin as he saw the battered, pair, who partook of their tea with pain, and looked thoroughly unpresentable when at eight o'clock they were summoned to the doctor's study to be lectured severely, Nic getting the greater part of the scolding, which ended with the ominous words: "I will say no more, Dominic Braydon, for I don't like to come hastily to decisions; but I am afraid that I shall be forced to expel so evil-tempered, virulent, and quarrelsome a boy.

Now retire, sir, to your dormitory.