for six years, ever since he came to the school; and that I'd taught him—à la Fagin. Mason turned white with joy. He thought he had us on toast.'
'Gorgeous! Oh, fids!' said Dick Four. 'We never heard of this.'
' 'Course not. Mason kept it jolly quiet. He wrote down all our statements on impot-paper. There wasn't anything he wouldn't believe,' said Stalky.
And handed it all up to the Head, with an extempore prayer. It took about forty pages,' said Beetle. 'I helped him a lot.'
'And then, you crazy idiots?' said Abanazar.
'Oh, we were sent for; and Stalky asked to have the "depositions" read out, and the Head knocked him spinning into a waste-paper basket. Then he gave us eight cuts apiece—welters—for for takin' unheard-of liberties with a new master. I saw his shoulders shaking when we went out. Do you know,' said Beetle pensively, 'that Mason can't look at us now in second lesson without blushing? We three stare at him sometimes till he regularly trickles. He's an awfully sensitive beast.'
'He read Eric; or, Little by Little?,' said M'Turk; so we gave him St. Winifred's; or, The World of School. They spent all their spare time stealing at St. Winifred's, when they weren't praying or getting drunk at pubs. Well, that was only a week ago, and the Head's a little bit shy of us. He called it constructive deviltry. Stalky invented it all.'
