Bunter Tucks In

 

“Cave,” squeaked the Fat Owl of the Remove, just as the angular frame of Quelch, Housemaster of Stan Cullis House at Brayfriars School, loomed through the dorm doorway wherein was spread a lavish picnic of assorted tuck and flagons of ginger beer, smuggled in by the furtive housemates.

“What is the meaning of this illicit midnight feast,” boomed Quelch?

“I, I, I, I, I,” spluttered Bunter.

“Cease this blathering repetition of the first person singular and explain yourself at once,” demanded Quelch.

“I know it looks awful, but I can explain everything Sir,” blustered Bunter.

“The awfulness is terrific,” ejaculated Bob Cherry.

“You have forfeited the trust not only of the Remove but of the entire school and I shall be writing your Pater at Brady Towers forthwith,” judged Quelch.

Hurree Singh, who was only a visitor to Stan Cullis from the next door house, sighed in desperation but then turned to the wall and openly smirked behind his hand.

"Oh, and get that wretched Collie out of the house," added Quelch, "you know the rules on pets."