Boarding schools -- England -- Fiction; Boys -- Fiction
“I have looked through the marks of the half-term,” he said, “and it is
quite inconceivable to me that such high marks as those earned by the
boys who are at the top of the form could have been come by honestly. I
am therefore going to cancel the whole of the marks which to-day
determine your places, and begin fresh with the marks for the unseen
which I have just looked over. You will therefore now take your places
in the new order which I shall read out, and the whole of the marks of
the term hitherto are cancelled. If any boy, high or low, in the newly
constituted form has the slightest protest to make, he will please state
it fully, and I will listen to it with respect. I am not talking
sarcastically, and I only want to do justice, roughly, no doubt, but to
the best of my power. I dare say you have all used cribs to a certain
extent, but I do not want to go into that unless any one wishes me to.
It is dishonest to use cribs at all, and there is the end of the matter.
I will, however, go into any individual case, for the purpose of doing
justice. You may talk it over among yourselves if you wish, and, while
you do so, I will leave your class-room and come back when you have made
up your minds. If any boy wishes me to go, he will please hold up his
hand, and go I will. No notice will be taken by me of the owner of any
hand that is held up.”
They could appreciate that; there was a justice about it that commanded
respect. But though the Head’s promise was implicitly trusted by all
present, not a hand was held up. The Head gave ample time for this.
“I take it, then, you are satisfied,” he said at length. “You will
therefore take your places in the new order. And do not take any books
out of your desks before you take your new places. I will read the list,
and each boy will take his place according to these marks as his name is
read.”
There was the scraping of boots, the stir of changed places, and in a
couple of minutes the new order was established.
“And now,” said the Head, “every boy will look in his new desk, and give
to its previous occupant all its contents with the exception of any
cribs that there may be there. Now make the exchanges, and place all
cribs you find in front of my desk.”
There was an impression at this point that the Head was showing
ignorance. He should have known that most cribs were not brought into
school at all, and that the large majority of them were securely
reposing in their owners’ studies. But here they reckoned without their
host.
Some dozen books were given up, a very meagre total, and the form
generally (wrong once more) expected that the Head would make a
desk-to-desk visitation himself. He did nothing of the kind.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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