"Felix," said Miss Enderby, "give me your copy-book and go to the
drawing-lesson."

The boy removed the trumpet from his mouth, and, waving it once
round his head, sent it flying across the room at the speaker; it
hit her on the cheek. In the same minute, Waymark had bent across
his knee a large pointer which stood in a corner of the room, and
had snapped it into two pieces. Holding the lighter of these in one
hand, with the other hand he suddenly caught Master Felix by the
coat-collar, and in a second had him out of the room and on to the
landing. Then did the echoes of the Academy wake to such a bellowing
as they had probably never heard before. With a grip impossible even
to struggle against, Waymark held the young imp under his arm, and
plied the broken pointer with great vigour; the stripes were almost
as loud as the roarings. There was a rush from the rooms below in
the direction of the disturbance; all the boys were in a trice
leaping about delightedly on the stairs, and behind them came
O'Gree, Egger, and Dr. Tootle himself. From the room above rushed
out all the young Tootles, yelling for help. Last of all, from still
higher regions of the house there swept down a vision of disordered
female attire, dishevelled hair, and glaring eyes; it was Mrs.
Tootle, disturbed at her toilet, forgetting all considerations of
personal appearance at the alarming outcry. Just as she reached the
spot, Waymark's arm dropped in weariness; he flung the howling young
monkey into one corner, the stick into another, and deliberately
pulled his coat-sleeves into position once more. He felt vastly
better for the exercise, and there was even a smile on his heated
face.