Boarding schools -- England -- Fiction; Boys -- Fiction
were your natural enemies, and if you were caught by them that was the
fortune of war. But if Carrots or Goggles and all the crew were enemies
also, they ought to be declared enemies. Instead they pretended to be
friends, with their sisterly advice, and their olive-branches and their
treacherous smiles. . . . Oh, the Magnificat.
That was soon over, and again David’s disapproving eye glanced up at
Goggles and Carrots during the second lesson. This time they had turned
round on their organ-bench and spread their Bibles on their knees,
ostentatiously following the lesson as an example to the school. David
was afraid they were hypocrites, and, having found his place, continued
to meditate on them. Yes: there had been a first-form conference on the
subject of Goggles and Carrots when Ferrers returned that afternoon from
a short and extremely painful interview with the Head, and it had been
settled that Goggles and Carrots must be cut. David had, at the time,
been opposed to cutting Goggles as well as her sneaking sister, because
Goggles wasn’t such a bad chap, and there was nothing against her
personally. But he and a small minority had been overruled; if Carrots
had sneaked, Goggles might sneak next, and it was wiser to have no truck
at all with the enemy’s family. Though Goggles at this moment looked
innocent enough, with the low sun shining through a stained glass window
on to her spectacles and protuberant eyes, David felt that after all, it
was wiser to err on the side of prudence than to be led into a course of
mistaken kindness. But it was rather difficult: only yesterday she had
congratulated him, with apparent sincerity, on his innings of
twenty-four, and had offered him a visit to the strawberry-beds in the
garden. He had been compelled, by the resolution passed by the
sixth-form conference, to decline this temptation, and to say with a
stony face, “Thank you, Miss Mabel, but I can’t.” Even that was not
strictly in accordance with the vow: he ought really to have icily
raised his cap, and said nothing whatever.
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