"Of course we'll deny ourselves," said Maurice, springing to his feet; "we're not such cads as to think of doing anything else, even for a minute. Cecil is going to Redgarth, because she has got splendid brains, and her brains must be trained and filled with the right sort of stuff."
"That sounds like roley-poley pudding, and 'stuff' is the jam," muttered Jimmy, under his breath.
But the others were too eager to attend to him.
"Where do we come in?" asked Teddy, in an anxious voice.
"Oh, we're all right," said Maurice, in a lofty tone; "we're going to put up at old Danvers'."
This news was so absolutely astounding that the three boys were dumb for a minute.
"I say, you're joking," said Jimmy then.
"Not a bit of it. Danvers can take us in; we go there next week."
"But he's so jolly—so jolly queer," said Charlie; "you can't mean it, Maurice? Danvers hates boys, except in school, and then he's always jacketing them. Danvers is a classic, and I've no turn for classics. It—it'll kill me, Maurice."