So all the Fellows were sitting round feeding, and abusing the Commander-in-Chief.
But the Junior Subaltern, who was rosy and plump, was saying nothing: for he wasn't allowed an opinion.
So he was eating most instead—as usual.
Then Tiny sat down apart, and ate jam out of a spoon, and smiled.
But the Junior Subaltern peeped from behind a pink fairy-book, which he read with one hand, while he ate with the other, and when he saw Tiny's smile, he said a bit bitterly,
"I know. It's because it's strawberry. They keep me on plum."
But the one next him, who was long and yellow, held his cup with both hands, and bubbled into it as he drank, and said,
"No. It's because he thought old Roast End was going to tell him off a treat. But Tiny tickled him, so he told off the other fellow who hadn't done it. I wish I could tickle like Tiny. It all seems so damb unfair," and he began to cry.
But the one next him, who was big and brown, said nothing outside, but inside he said,
"No. It's because of Baby." And he knew, for he was to be best man, and give Tiny away when the time came.