, and making enough hubbub to alarm the rooks. It dropped to a dead calm at sight of the master. On holidays--and this was one--it was not usual for the masters to enter the school after service. The school was founded by royal charter--its number limited to forty boys, who were called king's scholars, ten of whom, those whose voices were the best, were chosen choristers. The master marched to his desk, and made a sign for the boys to approach, addressing himself to the senior boy.
"Gaunt, some mischief has been done in the vestry, touching Bywater's surplice. Do you know anything of it?"
"No, sir," was the prompt answer. And Gaunt was one who scorned to tell a lie.
The master ranged his eyes round the circle. "Who does?"
There was no reply. The boys looked at one another, a sort of stolid surprise for the most part predominating. Mr. Pye resumed:
"Bywater tells me that he left his clean surplice in the vestry this morning. This afternoon it was found thrown behind the screen, tumbled together,
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