St. Winifred's; or, The World of SchoolFarrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
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St. Winifred's; or, The World of School
Farrar, F. W. (Frederic William)
Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- Juvenile fiction
"Not a bit of it; the school are in a ferment. You know the present
monitors, and particularly Somers, aren't popular; now Harpour _is_
popular, although he's such a brute, because he's a great swell at
cricket and the games. I'm afraid we shall have a regular monitorial
row. The monitors have convened a meeting this morning to decide about
Harpour; and, to tell you the truth, I shouldn't wonder if the school
got up a counter-meeting."
"Don't any of the masters know about Eden?"
"Not officially, though I should think some rumours must have got to
them."
"But surely it's very odd that the school should side with Jones and
Harpour, after the shameful mischief they've done?"
"Odd, _a priori_; but lots of things always combine to make up a school
opinion, you know the fellows just catch up what they hear first. But
who do you think is foremost champion on the school side--stirring them
up to resist, abusing you, abusing Flip, abusing the monitors, and
making light of Harpour's doings?"
Walter asked "Who?" but he knew beforehand that Power's answer would
be--
"Kenrick!"
After this he said nothing, but put his hand wearily to his head, which
in his weak state, was aching violently with the excitement of the news
which Power had told him.
"Ah, I see, Walter, you're not quite well enough yet to be bothered.
I'll leave you quiet. Good-bye."
"Good-bye. Do come again soon, and tell me how things go on."
Strolling out from the sad sickroom into the court, Power was attracted
into the great schoolroom by the sound of angry voices. Entering, he
found half the school, and all the lower forms, collected round the
large desk at which the headmaster usually sat. A great many were
talking at once, and every tongue was engaged in discussing the
propriety, in this instance, of any monitorial interference.
"Order, order," shouted one or two of the few fifth-form fellows
present; "let's have the thing managed properly. Who'll take the
chair?"
There was a general call for Kenrick, and as he was one of the highest
fellows in the room, he got into the chair, and amid a general silence
delivered his views of the present affair.
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