“Lost! Tennis racket with initials J. E. L. Return to Lewis, Hall. No questions asked.”
“West House Baseball. Nine plays East House at 4. All out sharp. White, cap’t.”
“Class Day programmes in 12 Hall after two on Wednesday.”
“Bandy Jones wants to see Pills Green after morning. Important!”
The notices were evidently survivals of last term. Cal wondered whether he would ever find his name there with a message that someone wanted to see him. The bell stopped ringing with a final emphatic clang and there was a wild rush toward the class rooms. Cal flattened himself against the notice board to keep from being swept along with the throng and Ned spied him there.
“Come on, Cal! This way to the fireworks!”
Cal struggled across and followed Ned into a room at the end of the corridor. They were almost the last in.
“Morning, sir,” said Ned, and Cal turned to find Doctor Webster standing inside the green leather door.
“Good morning, Brent,” returned the Doctor. “Good morning, Boland. Find a seat at the back of the room, please.”
The doors were closed, the Doctor mounted the platform and struck a gong sharply and the room became quiet. Cal found himself in a seat on the last row, one of many new arrivals. As he looked about him he saw heads go down, and then heard voices join in the Invocation.