"Hear, hear, Grimmy!"
"So that's settled for you, and if you get an encore, Dicky Bird, you can trot 'Alice' out if you like."
"Which of the fellows have we to invite out of the eleven to help us?"
"Acton," was the universal yell.
"We'll see him, then, to-night."
"Three cheers for Acton," said someone, and the roof echoed.
"Well, we're getting on, and I say, you chaps, I have an idea."
"Hear, hear!" said Cherry, acidly; "Grimmy has an idea."
"A grand idea, Fruity. Your epilogue isn't in it."
"What is it, Grim?"