Boarding schools -- England -- Fiction; Boys -- Fiction
“David was writing five hundred lines as usual,” he said, “with Bags
helping. I think I must tell you why.”
Adams made no attempt at gravity and shook with laughter.
“But it can’t go on,” he said. “David’s becoming a nuisance, and gating
him and giving him lines to write is no earthly good. What he wants is a
good licking and plenty of exercise. There’s not an ounce of harm in
him.”
“Oh, he’s the straightest chap in the world,” said Maddox.
“Well, you might warn him. Tell him next time he’s reported to me, I
shall send him to the Head with a request that he shall be swished. And
how’s the rest of the house?”
“Oh, pretty slack, sir. It’s rotten weather, you see. Weather makes a
lot of difference to us.”
“I know. There’s always more trouble this half than any. Try to keep
them up to the mark, Frank.”
“I’ll do my best sir. But I’ve got an awful lot of work with this
Trinity scholarship exam. coming or in a fortnight. I’m as rusty as
nails over my history.”
Adams smoked his pipe for a little in silence.
“By the way, you pull all right with Cruikshank now, don’t you?” he
asked.
“Rather. I used to bar him awfully, but we—well, we had a talk after
Hughes was sent away, and decided to get on better together. Crookles is
a good chap.”
“Glad you’ve found that out,” said Adams. “You never would believe me
when I told you so. Well, tell David that the wooden eye of Nemesis is
on him, and see if you can’t make him less obstreperous. He thinks more
of what you say than of what any one else says. He simply jumped down my
throat the other day in your defence.”
“What about, sir?”
“Because I ventured to criticise your play in that house-racquet tie,
when we were nearly beaten by Thomas’s. I said I thought we should have
won more easily if you had served with more care and less force. David
turned quite purple, and said, ‘I shouldn’t wonder if he knew what he
was about.’”
“Frightful cheek,” said Maddox.
“Well, I don’t know. He only reminded me that you know more about
racquets than I do, which is perfectly true. Well, are you off? Tell
David not to make himself so conspicuous.”
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