It's the least we can do, I think.

Mind you, I don't fancy football a little bit, but Remsen taught us to win from St.Eustace last year, and any one that helps down Eustace is all right and deserves the gratitude of the school and all honest folk." "Hear! hear!" cried Somers.
"I'd like very well to go," said Joel, "but I've got a recitation at two." Cooke looked across at him sorrowfully.
"Are you going in for study ?" he asked.
"I'm afraid so," answered Joel laughingly.
"My boy, don't do it.

There's nothing gained.

I've tried it, and I speak from sad experience." "But how do you get through ?" questioned Joel.
"I will tell you." The stout youth leaned over and lowered his voice to a confidential whisper.

"I belong to the same society as 'Wheels,' and he doesn't dare expel me." "I wish," said Joel in the laugh that followed, "that I could join that society." "Easy enough," answered Cooke earnestly.