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It is hoped to introduce some new features of special interest in the forthcoming number.
Richard Forge, }
Roger Cayton, } Editors.
CHAPTER XX
The Tourist who talked Poetry
In the matter of freedom from irksome boundaries Foxenby was a school to be envied.
Moston, certainly, could not be visited at any time without permission, nor were the boys allowed to roam the rocky and dangerous seashore at their own sweet will; but to the north-west of the school there were great stretches of kindly moorland over which they could wander without coming to any harm, and they were given every chance to imbibe the ozone of the hills at week-ends and on holidays.
Shrove Tuesday, with its generous supply of pancakes, usually tended towards languor, and most of the Squirms remained indoors to sleep off their too-liberal helpings. The sound of their snoring, as they sprawled about on the furniture of the common-room, disgusted Robin Arkness.
"Oh, I say, my Merry Men, we can't stick this," he said. "Hear how the pigs grunt."
"It's like being in a farm-yard," remarked Flenton.