With a sigh he decided on the latter; and for that term, at least, finally abandoned the quest of his unlucky half-crown.
It took some little time to arrange matters on the omnibus, as one or two innocent middle-boys had had the audacity to occupy the box-seat and the row behind, and had to be cajoled or pulled down.

How could any one dare, when those two seats just held nine, to imagine that they were not sacred property?
"That's better," said Wally, when at last the party were safely up, with two rugs over their eighteen knees, and a gross of brandy-balls circulating for the common comfort.

"Touch 'em up, driver.

Give 'em their heads! I tell you what, you chaps, this has been rather a slow half.

I vote we have some larks next term." "Rather!" chimed in the chorus.
THE END..