It seemed, as the Pilot remarked, very dull after they had all gone; and the horrible flirtation carried on by Mrs. Lomond and her admirer failed to arouse us from the depths of despondency, only partially lightened by Cecil’s doing its fourth bump on Wednesday afternoon, and the prospect of what Reggie called a ‘roaring old bump-supper.’ Perhaps, as Squiff said, when I suddenly discovered my Finals to be only two weeks distant, ‘If you have your fun you must expect to pay for it.’ So I consider a drop from a possible second in Law to a certain third was not expensive. OXFORD BURROWS AND DOE, PRINTERS THE HOLYWELL PRESS End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Red Paint at Oxford, by Anonymous (AKA Pish and Tush)