“The thing now will be to put the papers about. I vote we each take a batch and give them round.”
“We might shove them under the fellows’ doors,” said Coxhead.
“The best way will be to do it in Big Hall,” said the more practical Purkis. “One or two of us can easily get in ten minutes early, and stick one on every chap’s place.”
“But suppose you stick one on a day boy’s place?” I suggested.
“What’s the odds? the paper tells him he’s out of it,” replied Purkis.
It occurred to me that this would not cheer the day boy very much; still, on the whole, Purkis’s suggestion seemed the best.
“I tell you what,” said Langrish, “I beg to move and second that the President be authorised to stick round the papers.”
“I third and fourth that,” said Trimble.
“Carried unanimously,” said Langrish.
“Look here, one of you had better do it,” said I, feeling a little alarmed at this imposing honour; “you know the way better.”