As Hall finished his story, the room door opened and one of the under-masters entered to ascertain if the boys were in bed and the lights out. "What! not asleep yet, boys?" he exclaimed, as he heard some one commenting on the story.
"No, sir," one replied, "we are story-telling, and don't feel much inclined for sleep."
"Story-telling, eh!" said the master, who was a general favourite with the boys; "suppose I were to tell you a story, what would you say?"
"Say? why, say it would be first-class," exclaimed Hall, jumping out of bed.
"Yes, yes, do Mr Arnold," echoed the rest. Mr Arnold entered, and, closing the door, seated himself on Leslie's bed, while all the boys crowded round him, dressed in nothing but their night-shirts.
"Well, now for a start," said Mr Arnold; "you may call it, 'Our Ned'."
"All right, sir, go a-head," was the general cry.
