“I don’t know,” said Morgan; “Paddy said something about it being a good thing for us to get the captain of the school as head of our house.”
“Oh, ah—a jolly good thing,” said Pilbury; “jolly lookout for us if he’s stuck here to pull us up whenever we have a lark.”
“Bless you, he can’t pull a fellow up!” said somebody. “They said he used to now and then in the schoolhouse.”
“Not he. He’s afraid to look at a chap.”
“I say,” said Cusack, “rather a spree to fetch him, eh, you fellows, and see how he does. Eh?”
“I’m game,” said Pilbury; “what shall we do? Smash in his study-door?”
“Oh, no,” said Cusack, “no use doing that. Let’s give him ‘Bouncer’ to start with.”
“That ought to startle him up,” said Philpot, laughing, “if he’s not used to it.”
“Rather—open the door a bit, Morgan. Now, you fellows, are you all game? All together.”
And with that the party struck up at the top of their voices the famous old Willoughby chorus, of which the first verse runs as follows: