“Well, I’m afraid you’re right; and I don’t know what to think of it,” said poor Jan, hiding his feelings as best he could.
“I won’t say what I think,” returned Chips.
And he never did.
CHAPTER XIV
“SUMMER-TERM”
“O Summer-Term, sweet to the Cricketer, whose very existence is bliss;
O Summer-Term, sweet to the Editor, who needs write but two numbers of this——”
“But he doesn’t write them,” objected Jan, “any more than the captain of a side makes all the runs.”
“Oh! I know it should be 'edit,’ but that doesn’t scan,” explained Chips, and continued:
“O Summer-Term, sweet to the sportsman, who makes a good book on the Oaks——”
“Why the Oaks?” interrupted Jan again. “Why not the Derby, while you are about it?”