'Ding, dong, dell! Pussy's in the well.
'Prendy, that's irrelevant.
'I know several songs about bells. Funeral bells, wedding‑bells, sacring bells, sheep‑bells, fire‑bells, door‑bells, dumb‑bells, and just plain bells.
Paul and Grimes looked at each other sadly.
'It seems to me, said Paul, 'that one of us will have to take Prep. for him to‑night.
'No, no, old boy; that'll be all right, said Grimes. 'You and I are off to Mrs Roberts. Prendy gives me a thirst.
'But we can't leave him like this.
'He'll be all right. The little beasts can't make any more noise than they do usually.
'You don't think the old man will find him?
'Not a chance.