Boarding schools -- England -- Fiction; Boys -- Fiction
He put down his books, took a couple of quick steps, and discharged the
snowball he had prepared. He had aimed it, a high howitzer sort of shot,
at the blank wall opposite. But it went rather to the left, and at the
exact second of his throwing it, the door of the master’s common-room
opened, and out came Owlers.
“Lord, I’ve got him,” squealed David, though he had not intended to
“get” anybody. And immediately behind Owlers came the Head.
David was quite right: the snowball “got” Owlers just in the middle of
the waistcoat, and the Head saw. Very quickly and delicately the group
of boys among whom David was standing dispersed into the two class-rooms
that stood side by side, David with them, and amid stifled sniggers took
their places. Immediately afterwards the Head entered, stiffly rustling.
“Did any boy here throw a snowball across the court just now?” he asked.
David stood up at once. It was no good not doing that, for, unless he
gave himself up, it was quite certain that there would be punishment for
the whole of the two forms in their corner of the court, and that was
not to be thought of.
“You, Blaize?” said the Head.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well. You knew that snowballing in court was forbidden?”
“Yes, sir,” said David.
“Who is your house-master?”
“Mr. Adams, sir.”
That was all for the present, but after school David saw the Head
talking to Adams, and remembering Adams’s warning, felt prepared for the
worst, and tobogganed without any particular zest. Subsequently that day
Adams remarked laconically, “So you’re determined to have your way,
David,” and next morning the school porter entered his class-room with a
small blue paper, which he presented to Owlers. He peered at it in his
short-sighted manner.
“Blaize to go to the Head at twelve,” he said.
Going to the Head at twelve implied knocking at the door of a small
empty class-room, barely furnished, next the sixth-form room. The Head
was there waiting, standing in front of the fire, and looking vexed.
“Blaize, I have been talking to your house-master about you,” he said,
“and he tells me that you have given a great deal of trouble this term.
He tells me also that he had warned you that the next time you made a
nuisance of yourself he would send you to me. Did you get that warning?”
“Yes, sir,” said David.
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