Mr Parrett took no notice of these protestations, but said, quietly, “You’d better get home quickly and change your things.”
So saying he sculled off, with a face hardly less puzzled than the small scared faces which, after watching him go, turned dismally to their own unlucky Noah’s Ark.
On their arrival at the school some half-hour later, Parson, Telson, Bosher, King, and Lawkins were informed that, having been reported for being absent at call-over, the captain wished to see them in his study after breakfast the next morning.
Later on that same evening another notice reached them that they were wanted in Mr Parrett’s room at once.
Chapter Six.
Breakers ahead.
Mr Parrett was a popular master at Willoughby. He was an old Cambridge “blue,” and it was to his influence and example that the school in general, and Parrett’s house in particular, were chiefly indebted for their excellence in all manly sports. He was the most patient of trainers, and the most long-suffering of “coaches.” Nearly all his spare time was given up to the public service. Every afternoon you would be sure to find him in his flannels running along the bank beside some boat, or standing to be bowled at by aspiring young cricketers in the meadow, or superintending a swimming party up at the Willows.
Boys didn’t give Mr Parrett credit for all the self-denial he really underwent; for he had a way of seeming to enjoy even the drudgery of his self-imposed work, and it rarely occurred even to the most hopeless of “duffers” to imagine that all the trouble spent over him was anything but a pleasure to the master who spent it.