“That’s your mistake,” said Bags. “If nobody cribbed, fellows would get out of Tovey’s just the same.” “Didn’t say that,” said Plugs, “and the mistake’s yours. I said nobody ever had got out of Tovey’s without cribbing. No more they have. What would happen if nobody cribbed, ain’t the question. Every one always has cribbed in Tovey’s since the year one. You can’t help it with an owl like Tovey. Blazes cribs, and he’s three-quarters way down. Where’d you be without it, Blazes?” “Bim,” said David promptly. “There you are, then! Can’t think why you don’t crib more, and get higher.” “But it’s such silly rot,” said Bags. “You’ll crib yourself into the lower-fifth some time. Nobody cribs in lower fifth. Where’ll you be then?” “I shall be in the lower fifth,” remarked the astute Plugs. “That’s what I crib for. Then I shall stop cribbing, and we all start again fair. Besides, there’s a sort of sport in cribbing. You may always be nabbed. It—it sharpens the faculties. Oh, there’s a lot to be said for it!” “It would sharpen them just the same to learn your work,” said Bags. “It might, but it would take longer. I can learn a thing in half the time if I use a crib. I say, Blazes, there’s extra confirmation class this evening. Whole of the second part of the catechi.” “Oh, blast!” said David. Plugs got up and left an arid orange-skin on the table. “Jolly good orange,” he said. “And now I’ve got a squash court. Want to play?” “Can’t, with this extra confirmation-racket,” said David. “Don’t know a word of it.” “Crib it,” said Plugs. “It’s quite short, though tricky. Just like the third hole on the links. Lots of little bunkers.” David jumped up. “Yes, I think I will,” he said. “I’ll do catechi after dinner. I’ll be changed in two shakes.”