'Going down to bathe, sir,' said Stalky.
'And whence this sudden zeal for cleanliness? There is nothing about you that particularly suggests it. Indeed, so far as I remember—I may be at fault—but a short time ago'
'Five years, sir,' said Beetle hotly.
King scowled. 'One of you was that thing called a water-funk. Yes, a water-funk. So now you wish to wash? It is well. Cleanliness never injured a boy—or a house. We will proceed to business,' and he addressed himself to the call-over board.
'What the deuce did you say anything to him for, Beetle?' said M'Turk angrily, as they strolled towards the big, open sea-baths.
' 'Twasn't fair—remindin' one of bein' a water-funk. My first term, too. Heaps of chaps are—when they can't swim.'
'Yes, you ass; but he saw he'd fetched you. You ought never to answer King.'
'But it wasn't fair, Stalky.'
'My Hat! You've been here six years, and you expect fairness. Well, you are a dithering idiot.'
A knot of King's boys, also bound for the baths, hailed them, beseeching them to wash—for the honour of their house.
'That's what comes of King's jawin' and messin'. Those young animals wouldn't have thought of it unless he'd put it into their heads. Now they'll be funny about it for weeks,' said Stalky. 'Don't take any notice.'
The boys came nearer, shouting an opprobrious
