He went to the door and shouted for Stephen, who presently appeared with a paper dart in his hand.
“Greenfield,” said Loman, “cut down at once to Maltby and bring me a newspaper.”
Stephen stared.
“I’ve got my lessons to do,” he said.
“Leave them here, I’ll do them,” replied Loman; “look sharp.”
Still Stephen hesitated.
“We aren’t allowed out after seven without leave,” he faltered, longing to get back to the war preparations in the Fourth Junior.
“I know that, and I give you leave—there!” said Loman, with all the monitorial dignity he could assume. This quite disarmed Stephen. Of course a monitor could do no wrong, and it was no use objecting on that score.
Still he was fain to find some other excuse.
“I say, will it do in the morning?” he began.