"
"There'll be no young rooks fit for pies for a month yet; shows how much
you know about it," rejoined Martin, who, though very good friends with
East, regarded him with considerable suspicion for his propensity to
practical jokes.
"Scud knows nothing and cares for nothing but grub and mischief," said
Tom; "but young rook pie, specially when you've had to climb for them,
is very pretty eating.--However, I say, Scud, we're all going after a
hawk's nest to-morrow, in Caldecott's Spinney; and if you'll come and
behave yourself, we'll have a stunning climb."
"And a bathe in Aganippe. Hooray! I'm your man."
"No, no; no bathing in Aganippe; that's where our betters go."
"Well, well, never mind. I'm for the hawk's nest, and anything that
turns up."
And the bottled-beer being finished, and his hunger appeased, East
departed to his study, "that sneak Jones," as he informed them, who had
just got into the sixth, and occupied the next study, having instituted
a nightly visitation upon East and his chum, to their no small
discomfort.
When he was gone Martin rose to follow, but Tom stopped him. "No one
goes near New Row," said he, "so you may just as well stop here and do
your verses, and then we'll have some more talk. We'll be no end quiet.
Besides, no prepostor comes here now. We haven't been visited once this
half."
So the table was cleared, the cloth restored, and the three fell to work
with Gradus and dictionary upon the morning's vulgus.
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