CHAPTER XXIV.
WE AND THE BOYS--WE AND THE BOYS AND OUR FADS--THE LAMP OF ZEAL--CLEMENT ON UNREALITY--JACK'S OINTMENT.
Our life on the moors was, I suppose, monotonous.

I do not think we ever found it dull; but it was not broken, as a rule, by striking incidents.
The coming and going of the boys were our chief events.

We packed for them when they went away.

We wrote long letters to them, and received brief but pithy replies.

We spoke on their behalf when they wanted clothes or pocket-money.