It is noticed, by the bye, that these damsels become, within the limits of decorum, more skittish when thus intrusted with the concrete representation of their sex, than when dividing the representation with Miss Twinkleton's young ladies.
Three are to meet at the gatehouse to-night.

How does each one of the three get through the day?
* * * * * Neville Landless, though absolved from his books for the time by Mr.
Crisparkle--whose fresh nature is by no means insensible to the charms of a holiday--reads and writes in his quiet room, with a concentrated air, until it is two hours past noon.

He then sets himself to clearing his table, to arranging his books, and to tearing up and burning his stray papers.

He makes a clean sweep of all untidy accumulations, puts all his drawers in order, and leaves no note or scrap of paper undestroyed, save such memoranda as bear directly on his studies.

This done, he turns to his wardrobe, selects a few articles of ordinary wear--among them, change of stout shoes and socks for walking--and packs these in a knapsack.
This knapsack is new, and he bought it in the High Street yesterday.