d gooseberry tarts. Come and see me to-night in the dormitory, you fellows."
Somebody else called out: "My knife's so dull I'll never get my name carved on this desk. Give me your knife, Willoughby: it's sharper."
There were boys having fencing-matches with rulers across the aisle. There were others who took no end of pains to make paper arrows, or spitballs that would stick to the ceiling. In the corners of their desks might be bird's eggs in need of fresh air. Some of the boys were reading adventure stories, covered up to look like school-books.
In the midst of this Babel, you were expected to get your lessons as well as you could.
When it came to meal-times, you went into what was called "Big Hall," where four hundred boys ate together.
The beef was tough enough to make a suitcase: the milk was like chalk and water: the potatoes would have done to plaster a ceiling or cement a wall. How different it all was from the good though simple fare at home!
"Want to join a