"Dr. Burrows has gone away again," interrupted Annabel. "I saw him go
by to-day in his travelling carriage. Judy says he has gone to his
rectory; some of the deanery servants told her so."

"You'll get something, Annabel, if you interrupt in that fashion,"
cried Tom. "Last Monday, Dr. Burrows gave a dinner-party. Pye was
there, and Lady Augusta was there; and it was then they got Pye to
promise it to Yorke."

"How is it known that they did?" asked Mr. Channing.

"The boys all say it, papa. It was circulating through the school this
morning like wild-fire."

"You will never take the prize for logic, Tom. _How_ did the boys hear
it, I ask?"

"Through Mr. Calcraft," replied Tom.

"Tom!"

"Mr. Ketch, then," said Tom, correcting himself as he had done before.
"Both names are a mile too good for him. Ketch came into contact with
some of the boys this morning before ten-o'clock school, and, of
course, they went into a wordy war--which is nothing new. Huntley was
the only senior present, and Ketch was insolent to him. One of the boys
told Ketch that he would not dare to be so, next year, if Huntley
should be senior boy. Ketch sneered at that, and said Huntley never
would be senior boy, nor Channing either, for it was already given to