The Channings by Mrs. Henry Wood
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triumph, shouting "Holiday!" in tones to be heard a mile off, and
bringing people in white garments, from their beds to the windows. The least they feared was, that the town had taken fire. Back to the house of the head-master for the pantomime to be played through. This usually was (for the master, as wise on the subject as they were, would lie that morning in bed) to send the master's servant into his room with the card and the message; upon which permission for the holiday would come out, and the boys would disperse, exercising their legs and lungs. No such luck, however, on this morning. The servant met them at the door, and grinned dreadfully at the crowd. "Won't you catch it, gentlemen! The head-master's gone into school, and is waiting for you; marking you all late, of course." "Gone into school!" repeated Gaunt, haughtily, resenting the familiarity, as well as the information. "What do you mean?" "Why, I just mean that, sir," was the reply, upon which Gaunt felt uncommonly inclined to knock him down. But the man had a propensity for grinning, and was sure to exercise it on all possible occasions. "There's some row up, and you are not to have holiday," continued the servant; "the master said last night I was to call him this morning as usual." At this unexpected reply, the boys slunk away to the college schoolroom, their buoyant spirits sunk down to dust and ashes--figuratively speaking. They could not understand it; they had not the most distant idea what their offence could have been. Gaunt entered, and the rest trooped in after him. The head-master sat at his |
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