“Who is Mr. Selby?”
“The good young master with a secret sorrow, to whom all the boys open their hearts.”
“I see that Harry lies at death’s door, having caught inflammation of the lungs in a football match. That’s another original situation.”
“Oh dear, yes, and old gentlemen cannot meet fifty years after they have left school without saying: ‘You remember that catch? My dear fellow, why did you let that ball go through your legs?’ I would sooner be Babe all my life than live to be an old man like that.”
“And Harry gets the last goal just before time. The back’s leg ‘flashed.’ I’ve never seen your legs flash, Babe.”
“No—I’m only a half-back.”
“That accounts for it. Let’s have tea, and then we’ll play a game of pills.”
“All right. Then you can dine in Hall with me. I can’t afford dinner in my room, and we’ll work afterwards.”
X.—Royal Visitors.
“Prince and Princess!” he cried. “That means
Will play at being kings and queens.”—Hotch-potch Verses.