reflected a moment, and laid a vast hand upon his shoulder.
'Where be 'ee gwaine tu, my dearr?' said she.
Over the handkerchief he had crammed into his mouth Stalky could see the boy turn scarlet.
'Gie I a kiss! Don't they larn 'ee manners to College?'
Tulke gasped and wheeled. Solemnly and conscientiously Mary kissed him twice, and the luckless prefect fled.
She stepped into the shop, her eyes full of simple wonder.
''Kissed 'un?' said Stalky, handing over the money.
'Iss, fai! But, oh, my little body, he'm no Colleger. 'Zeemed tu-minded to cry, laike.'
'Well, we won't. You couldn't make us cry that way,' said M'Turk. 'Try.'
Whereupon Mary cuffed them all round.
As they went out with tingling ears, said Stalky generally, 'Don't think there'll be much of a prefects' meeting.'
'Won't there, just!' said Beetle. 'Look here. If he kissed her—which is our tack—he is a cynically immoral hog, and his conduct is blatant indecency. Confer orationes Regis furiosissimi when he collared me readin' "Don Juan."'
''Course he kissed her,' said M'Turk. 'In the middle of the street. With his house-cap on!'
'Time, 3.57 p.m. Make a note o' that. What d'you mean, Beetle?' said Stalky.
'Well! He's a truthful little beast. He may say he was kissed.'
