"All legs in the air!"
"Aye, me Lord!"
"One, two, three!"
And then the Second Form received me,
Where I displayed such genius rare,
That they begged me to refrain,
It was going to my brain.
About five miles away from anywhere!
Meanwhile, at the approach of the astounding coach, which looked like a drunken centipede, the farmers stopped their plows or came to the thresholds, shading their eyes; while the cattle in the fields put up their tails and bolted, flinging out their heels, amid triumphant cheers from the students.
All the while, the bulk of the school in two seaters, and three seaters, the Fifth Formers, the new Lords of Creation, in buggies specially retained, went swirling by exchanging joyful greetings.
"Oh you, Doc Macnooder!"
"Why, Gutter Pup! You old son-of-a-gun!"
"Look at the Coffee-Colored Angel!"
"Where's Lovely Mead?"