He was hail-fellow-well-met with the boys he had lately kicked and made miserable; he did not know what you were talking about when you reminded him that a day or two ago he had behaved like a cad to you; and, greatest exploit of all, he had the effrontery to charge Dig with being "spoons" on Violet, and to hold him up to general ridicule in consequence! "How much have you really got for the testimonial ?" said Dig one morning.
"Eleven and six," said Arthur dismally; "not a great lot, but enough for a silver ring." "Not with Daisy's name on it." "No, we'll have to drop that, unless we can scratch it on." "We'll have a try.

When shall we give it ?" "To-morrow's Rag Sunday, isn't it?
Let's give it him to-night--after tea.

I'll write out a list of the chaps, and you can get up an address, unless Felgate will come and give him a speech." "Think he will?
All serene.

We'll give the fellows the tip, and do the thing in style.

Hadn't you better cut and get the ring, I say ?" Arthur cut, armed with an _exeat_, and made the momentous purchase.