"Well, I didn't think, Madman, that you'd have been such a muff as to
let him be getting wet through at this time of day. You might have done
the wading yourself."
"So I did, of course; only he would come in too, to see the nest. We
left six eggs in. They'll be hatched in a day or two."
"Hang the eggs!" said Tom; "a fellow can't turn his back for a moment
but all his work's undone. He'll be laid up for a week for this precious
lark, I'll be bound."
"Indeed, Tom, now," pleaded Arthur, "my feet ain't wet, for Martin made
me take off my shoes and stockings and trousers."
"But they are wet, and dirty too; can't I see?" answered Tom; "and
you'll be called up and floored when the master sees what a state you're
in. You haven't looked at second lesson, you know."
O Tom, you old humbug! you to be upbraiding any one with not learning
their lessons! If you hadn't been floored yourself now at first lesson,
do you mean to say you wouldn't have been with them? And you've taken
away all poor little Arthur's joy and pride in his first birds' eggs,
and he goes and puts them down in the study, and takes down his books
with a sigh, thinking he has done something horribly wrong, whereas he
has learnt on in advance much more than will be done at second lesson.
But the old Madman hasn't, and gets called up, and makes some frightful
shots, losing about ten places, and all but getting floored.
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