that the one single use of things which we call our own is that they may be his who hath need of them?
"And shall I have a study like this, too?" said Tom.
"Yes, of course, youll be chummed with some fellow on Monday, and you can sit here till then."
"What nice places!"
"They're well enough," answered East patronisingly, "only uncommon cold at nights sometimes. Gower—that's my chum—and I make a fire with paper on the floor after supper generally, only that makes it so smoky."
"But there's a big fire out in the passage," said Tom.
"Precious little good we get out of that though," said East; "Jones the praepostor has the study at the fire end, and he has rigged up an iron rod and green baize curtain across the passage, which he draws at night, and sits there with his door open; so he gets all the fire, and hears if we come out of our studies after eight, or make a noise. However, he's taken to sitting in the fifth-form room lately, so we do get a bit of fire now sometimes; only to keep a sharp look-out that he don't catch you behind his curtain when he comes down—that's all."
A quarter-past one now struck, and the bell began tolling for dinner, so they went into the hall and took their places, Tom at the very bottom of the second table, next to the præpostor (who sat at the end to keep order there), and East a few paces higher. And now Tom for the first time saw his future schoolfellows in a body. In they came, some hot and ruddy from football or long walks, some pale and chilly firom hard reading in their studies,
