One day Ferguson thought he wanted some exercise. It was a half-holiday, and Clarke was quite ready for a game of tennis. Ferguson went down to the changing-room. The first thing he saw was that his tennis shoes were gone. He thought it quite impossible that anyone should dare to bag his things. Fuming with wrath, he banged into the matron's room. "I say, Matron, look here; my tennis shoes are gone." And then, suddenly, he saw the Chief standing at the other end of the room, glancing down the dormitory list. "Oh, really, Ferguson, I must see about this. Matron, do you know anything about Ferguson's shoes?" "No, sir! Never touch the boys' shoes. George is the only person who looks after them; and he only cleans _black_ boots and shoes." "Oh, well, then, Ferguson, you'd better come with me, and we will make a search for them." Ferguson cursed inwardly. This would mean at least half-an-hour wasted; and he could so easily have found another pair. The School House changing-room is a noble affair. It is about seventy feet long and sixty wide. All round it run small partitioned-off benches; in the middle are stands for corps clothes. At one end there is what was once a piano. Laboriously the Chief and Ferguson hunted round the room. In the far corner there was an airing cupboard. It was a great sight to see Ferguson climb up on the top of this. He was not a gymnast, and he took some time doing it. Hunter sat changing at one end of the room, thoroughly enjoying himself. Down the passage a loud, tuneless voice began to sing _Who were You with Last Night?_ and Mansell rolled in. He saw the Chief, and stopped suddenly, going over to Hunter. "What does the old idiot want?" "He's hunting for Ferguson's tennis shoes." "Good Lord! and I've got them on." "Well, get them off, then, quick." In a second, while the Chief was looking the other way, Mansell stole across to the middle of the room and laid them on the top of the hot-water pipes. About two minutes later Ferguson burst out: "Look, sir, here they are!" "But, my dear Ferguson, I'm sure we must have looked there." "Yes, sir. I thought we had." "Er, 't any rate there are your shoes, Ferguson, and I hope you'll have a good game!" The Chief went out, rather annoyed at having wasted so much time. At tea that evening there was mirth at the V. B table. On this occasion trouble was avoided. But one day Willing, a new boy, lost his corps hat. He was certain it had been there before lunch. The Corps Parade was already falling in. Seeing no other hat to fit him, he very idiotically went on without a hat at all. It would have been far better to have cut parade altogether. Clarke asked him where his hat was, but his ideas on the subject were very nebulous. The whole corps was kept waiting while School House hats were examined. Ten people had got hats other than their own. They each got a Georgic....