However, he continued to think of licking Harberth--the "jolliest" thing he could conceive, until his mind wandered home to Lucille, and he enhanced the imaginary jollity by conceiving her present....

"Sturdy little brute," observed a big Fifth Form boy seated with a couple of friends on the bench beside him, "but I'd lay two to one in sovs.

(if I had 'em) that he doesn't last a single round with Harberth".
"Disgrace to Harberth if he doesn't eat the kid alive," responded the other.
"Got a good jaw and mouth, though," said the third.

"Going to die hard, you'll see.

Good little kid." "Fancy funking a bottled frog or something and fighting a chap who can give him about four years, four inches, and four stone," observed the first speaker.
"Yes.