It was some weeks before the examination, and the close of the half-year, when one day Walter, full of glee, burst out of the schoolroom at twelve, when the lesson was over, to tell Kenrick an announcement just made to the forms, that the next day was to be a whole holiday.
“Hurrah!” said Kenrick, “what’s it for?”
“O! Somers has got no end of a scholarship at Cambridge—an awfully swell thing—and Dr Lane gave a holiday directly he got the telegram announcing the news.”
“Well done, old Somers!” said Kenrick. “What shall we do?”
“O! I’ve had a scheme for a long time in my head, Ken; I want you to come with me to the top of Appenfell.”
“Whew-w-w! but it’s a tremendous long walk, and no one goes up in winter.”
“Never mind, all the more fun and glory, and we shall have the whole day before us. I’ve been longing to beat that proud old Appenfell for a long time. I’m certain we can do it.”
“But do you mean that we two should go alone?”
“O, no; we’ll ask Flip, to amuse us on the way.”
“And may I ask Power?”