Shields precisely. "I have never been confronted with a situation like this since I became a schoolmaster."
"It is most mysterious," agreed Mr. Wain, plucking at his beard. "Exceedingly so."
The younger masters, notably Mr. Spence and Mr. Seymour, had begun to look on the thing as a huge jest.
"We had better teach ourselves," said Mr. Seymour. "Spence, do a hundred lines for laughing in form."
The door burst open.
"Hullo, here's another scholastic Little Bo-Peep," said Mr. Seymour. "Well, Appleby, have you lost your sheep, too?"
"You don't mean to tell me" began Mr. Appleby.
"I do," said Mr. Seymour. "Here we are, fifteen of us, all good men and true, graduates of our Universities, and, as far as I can see, if we divide up the boys who have come to school this morning on fair share-and-share-alike lines, it will work out at about two-thirds of a boy each. Spence, will you take a third of Pickersgill II.?"
"I want none of your charity," said Mr. Spence loftily. "You don't seem to realise that I'm the best off of you all. I've got two in my form. It's no good offering me your Pickersgills. I simply haven't room for them."
"What does it all mean?" exclaimed Mr. Appleby.
"If you ask me," said Mr. Seymour, "I should say that it meant that the school, holding the sensible view that first thoughts are best, have ignored the head's change of mind, and are taking their holiday as per original programme."
"They surely cannot!"
"Well, where are they then?"
"Do you seriously mean that the entire school has—has rebelled?"
" 'Nay, sire,' " quoted Mr. Spence, "'a revolution!'"
"I never heard of such a thing!"
"We're making history," said Mr. Seymour.
"It will be rather interesting," said Mr Spence, "to
