“I shall be in the lower fifth,” remarked the astute Plugs. “That’s what I crib for. Then I shall stop cribbing, and we all start again fair. Besides, there’s a sort of sport in cribbing. You may always be nabbed. It—it sharpens the faculties. Oh, there’s a lot to be said for it!”
“It would sharpen them just the same to learn your work,” said Bags.
“It might, but it would take longer. I can learn a thing in half the time if I use a crib. I say, Blazes, there’s extra confirmation class this evening. Whole of the second part of the catechi.”
“Oh, blast!” said David.
Plugs got up and left an arid orange-skin on the table.
“Jolly good orange,” he said. “And now I’ve got a squash court. Want to play?”
“Can’t, with this extra confirmation-racket,” said David. “Don’t know a word of it.”
“Crib it,” said Plugs. “It’s quite short, though tricky. Just like the third hole on the links. Lots of little bunkers.”
David jumped up.
“Yes, I think I will,” he said. “I’ll do catechi after dinner. I’ll be changed in two shakes.”