ng? I'd be awfully obliged."

Telson said he would see, whereat King was most profuse in his
gratitude, and Telson received several other commissions of a similar
nature.

These little matters of business being satisfactorily settled, the
company proceeded to the discussion of more general topics.

"Fearful slow term this," said Parson, with a yawn.

"Yes," said Telson, spreading a piece of bread with about a quarter-of-
an-inch layer of jam; "we're somehow done out of everything this term."

"Yes. We can't go out on the river; we can't go into town; we can't go
and have a lark in Welch's; you can't come over to see us--"

"No; that's a howling shame!" said Telson.

"We can't do anything, in fact," continued Parson (now at cup Number 9).
"Why, we haven't had a spree for weeks."

"You seemed to think my diary was a spree," said Bosher, meekly.

There was a general laugh at this.

"By the way, have you got it here?"

"No fear! I'll take good care you don't see it again, you cads!"

"Eh? By the way, that reminds me we never paid Bosher out for being a
Radical, you fellows," said Parson.

"Oh, no--oh, yes, you did!" cried Bosher. "I apologise, you fellows.
I'll let you see the diary, you know, some day. Really, I'm not a
Radical."

Fortunately for Bosher, the political excitement at Willoughby had quite
worn away, so that no one now felt it his duty to execute the sentence
of the law upon him and, after being made to apologise on his knees to
each of the company in turn, he was solemnly let off.

"You see," said Parson, returning to the point, "we've been up before
Parrett twice this term; that's the mischief. We might have chanced a
spree of some sort, only if we get pulled up again he may expel us."

There was some force in this argument, and it was generally agreed it
would be better for Willoughby that the risk of a calamity like this
should not be incurred.

"Fact is," said Telson, cutting another slice of bread, "Willoughby's
going to the dogs as hard as it can. The seniors in our house are down
on you if you do anything. I even got pulled up the other day for
having a duel with young Payne with elastics. Awful spree it was! We
gave one another six yards, and six shots each. I got on to his face
four times, and once on his ear, and he only hit me twice. One of mine
was right in his eye, and there was a shindy made, and I got sixty lines
from Fairbairn."

"What a frightful shame!" cri