Jeffreys laughed. “Thank you,” said he.
“Was it because you killed the master?” asked the more matter-of-fact Freddy.
Poor Jeffreys winced before this random shot, and hastened to divert the conversation.
“Whose school do you go to?” he inquired.
“Trimble’s; we hate her,” said the two youths in a breath.
“Why? Does she whack you?”
“No; but she worries us, and young Trimble’s worse still. Do you know the school?”
“No. What’s the name of the house?”
“Oh, Galloway House, in Ebor Road. It wasn’t so bad when Fison was there,” continued the open-hearted Freddy; “but now he’s gone. Trimble’s a cad.”
“We hate her,” chimed in the original Teddy.