It never was to be. He said he was glad he was going to be in the third form, because he did like Billy Saunders very much indeed. And he was glad that Mr. Williamson thought he'd be all right in time for football, because he thought it a jolly game and wanted to play it awfully, if Mr. Williamson would help him and tell him what to do. And, he thought it awfully kind of Mr. Jarvis and Mr. Harrocks and Mr. Andrews to take notice of a little boy like he was; and he hoped that when he got into the upper sixth he'd be like them. And he was awfully bucked up at being one of the St. Aldys boys, because he thought it must be the finest school in all the world, and it was awfully ripping of Mr. Tetteridge to have got him into it. And then he sat down and everybody said "Bravo!" and banged the table, and Mr. Jarvis said it wasn't half bad for a young 'un.
"Did I do all right?" he asked young Tetteridge after the others had gone.
"Splendiferous," answered young Tetteridge, putting an affectionate arm around him. "You said something about all of them."
"Yes; I thought they'd like that," said Anthony.
He discovered that other sentiments than kindliness go to the making of a school. It leaked out that he was a "cropped head." The founder—
