"Jolly time you've had of it." "It's all that young ass Morrison's doing," growled Tedbury.
"Never mind," said Crossfield, laughing; "I'm sure it's done you all good.

You all wanted something of the sort, and you'll be better of it." "You're always trying to make a fool of me, Crossfield," said Tedbury, wrathfully.
"My dear fellow, there's not much chance of that.

You are far too good a hand at making a fool of yourself to put any one else to the trouble.
Ta, ta.

Shall you be down at the cricket practice again now ?" This last was a pertinent question.

For in the midst of all the late political excitement cricket had decidedly languished at the school, and the Rockshire match as well as the house matches were getting alarmingly near.
However, on the first afternoon after Willoughby had returned to its senses a general rush took place once more to the Big, and it was evident during the week which followed that the fellows intended to make up for lost time.
Nowhere was this activity more observed than in the newly-revived Welchers' club, presided over by the captain, and enlivened by the countenances of that ardent trio, Cusack, Pilbury, and Philpot.
During the week preceding the election they had worked with unabated enthusiasm.