So the Fellows all came across the Common arm in arm to see. Only the Colonel didn't come, because of too kind. Besides he was sitting up with little Marwy, who was supposed to be dying of a broken heart, because of her mother's grave.
And when the Fellows saw Jacky stranded on Goly's back, they just sat down together round the Pond in a ring, and roared.
And Tiny tossed to and fro, and wiped the tears away, and said,
"Sense me, won't you!—It does make me laff so—you so cosy and comfie out there, Royal King of your own little island, and likely to stay there, for ever so far as I can see. E! E! E! Master Jacky. E! E! E!"
And all the Fellows tossed to and fro, and said in a sort of chorus,
"E! E! E! Master Jacky. E! E! E!"
So they just sat round all that afternoon and evening, and tumbled up against each other with laughing.
But about dusk, Tiny stood up, and said he'd been asked to say a few words.
So they stopped laughing; and there was silence. And Tiny soaped his hands, and lectured, and simplee loved it.
And he said pretty well what Baby had often said to him, only altered a bit, and went on about how Jacky's conduct had grieved him; and how wrong it was to be spiteful and bear malice; and how it not only hurt other people, but it hurt yourself most, because it soured your nature. And if Jacky couldn't be kind and loving then he had better leave That Country. And if he would neither be good, nor go, then they must put him out, for they had found him out now.