Stalky & Co. by Rudyard Kipling
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don't understand what she means by stinkin' out Rattray's dormitory
first. We holed in under White's, didn't we?" asked McTurk, with a wrinkled brow. "Skittish little thing. She's rompin' about all over the place, I suppose." "My Aunt! King'll be a cheerful customer at second lesson. I haven't prepared my Horace one little bit, either," said Beetle. "Come on!" They were outside the form-room door now. It was within five minutes of the bell, and King might arrive at any moment. Turkey elbowed into a cohort of scuffling fags, cut out Thornton tertius (he that had been Harland's bosom friend), and bade him tell his tale. It was a simple one, interrupted by tears. Many of King's house trod already battered him for libel. "Oh, it's nothing," McTurk cried. "He says that King's house stinks. That's all." "Stale!" Stalky shouted. "We knew that years ago, only we didn't choose to run about shoutin' 'stinker.' We've got some manners, ir they haven't. Catch a fag, Turkey, and make sure of it." Turkey's long arm closed on a hurried and anxious ornament of the Lower Second. |
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