The smallest boy in the class now walked boldly forward, and said—
“We’ve had plenty of your cases, and, in our present mood, decline going on with this intense sort of nonsense. Give us some history; come on, old boy!” Saying this, he gave him a poke in the ribs.
KNOTTY ARGUMENTS.
Our heroes could hardly help feeling a considerably uncomfortable sensation at the thought of what would have happened behind them had they behaved to their teacher at home as the class were doing; but instead of this one acting as they would have expected, he turned and said—
“I beg your pardon, young gentlemen, if I have detained you too long at grammar.”
“Well, well, take care it does not happen again,” ran in a murmur through the class, as the boys produced their history books.
“Now then, old stick in the mud!” said the top boy to the teacher, “read us that jolly bit about the battle, and don’t make any mistakes, or you’ll catch it.” As he said this, he and all the other boys pulled out their handkerchiefs, and made them up with knots.
ARMA CANO.