"Come in," said Norman to his follower, as he crossed the entrance of the little shop, the first time he had ever been there.

A little cringing shrivelled old man stood up in astonishment.
"Mr.May! can I have the pleasure, sir ?" "Mr.Ballhatchet, you know that it is contrary to the rules that there should be any traffic with the school without special permission ?" "Yes, sir--just nothing, sir--only when the young gentlemen come here, sir--I'm an old man, sir, and I don't like not to oblige a young gentleman, sir," pleaded the old man, in a great fright.
"Very likely," said Norman, "but I am come to give you fair notice.

I am not going to allow the boys here to be continually smuggling spirits into the school." "Spirits! bless you, sir, I never thought of no sich a thing! 'Tis nothing in life but ginger-beer--very cooling drink, sir, of my wife's making she had the receipt from her grandmother up in Leicestershire.
Won't you taste a bottle, sir ?" and he hastily made a cork bounce, and poured it out.
That, of course, was genuine, but Norman was "up to him," in schoolboy phrase.
"Give me yours, Larkins." No pop ensued.

Larkins, enjoying the detection, put his hands on his knees and looked wickedly up in the old man's face to see what was coming.
"Bless me! it is a little flat.

I wonder how that happened?
I'll be most happy to change it, sir.