CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
AN EXPLOSION OF "SKYROCKETS." Parson, Bosher, King, and the other Parrett's juniors were in bad spirits.

It was not so much the Rockshire match that was preying on the brotherhood, grievous as that blow had been.

Nor were they at the present suffering under any particular infliction, or smarting under any special sense of injustice.

Their healths and digestions were all tolerably good, and the mutual friendship in which they had been wont to rejoice showed no signs of immediate dissolution.
The fact was, they didn't know exactly what was the matter with themselves.

They could not pretend that it was remorse for the little amount of work they had done during the term, for they stoutly denied that they had done little.