Margery was a constant offender; and the Fourth Form A. were to play the Fourth Form B.!
"Si vous ne jouerez pas, ce sera un tiroir," prophesied Ferlie ingeniously, after pausing an instant to consider the French for a "draw" at hockey.
The clock whirred. "Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"
"Thank God!" said Margery Craven, piously.
The prefect fled, pretending not to hear.
"I thought you weren't playing either, Ferlie?"
"I am not—that's why I said if you can't play centre-forward in my place the A's will be about level with the B's. You and I combined give the A's the advantage."
"Why isn't Ferlie playing?" asked Doris Martell.
"Don't you know?" and Margery's air was fraught with mystery. "The co-rrespondent from Far Cathay has asked—and obtained—permission to take the Favourite of the Upper Fourth to the Zoo."
"Lucky little beast!"