“Think there’ll be any one to meet us?” said Dick. “Don’t know. I wish Coote was to be there too.”
Another pause.
“I expect they’ll be jolly enough fellows,” said Dick.
“Oh yes. They don’t bully now in schools, I believe.”
“No; they say it’s going out. Perhaps it’s as well.”
“We shall be pretty well used to the place by to-morrow, I fancy.”
“Yes. It’ll be rather nice to see them all turn up.”
“I expect, you know, they’ll have such a lot to do, they won’t bother about new fellows. I know I shouldn’t.”
“They might about the awful green ones, perhaps. Ha, ha! Wouldn’t it be fun if old Coote was here!”
“Yes, poor old Coote! You know I’m half sorry to leave Mountjoy. It was a jolly old school, wasn’t it?”