“I suppose you think I’m green,” said the new boy.
Swinstead laughed.
“What on earth should make me think that?” said he.
Coote chuckled merrily to himself as he saw the senior depart.
“I’m getting over the worst of it,” said he to himself. “They’ll soon give up trying it on me. Ha, ha!”
And he went off to find his chums, who took him for a stroll in the Fields.
“Well, young ’un,” said Dick, patronisingly, “getting used to it? Worn your flannels lately?”
“You’re a beastly cad, Dick,” said Coote; “but you don’t catch me like that again.”
“No, you’re getting too knowing,” said Georgie.
Coote laughed.