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"You will come in for ballot in about three years, by
which time you will have taken your degree," the guardian said. Pen
longed for the three years to be over, and surveyed the stucco-halls, and
vast libraries, and drawing-rooms as already his own property. The Major
laughed slyly to see the pompous airs of the simple young fellow as he
strutted out of the building. He and Foker drove down in the latter's cab
one day to the Grey Friars, and renewed acquaintance with some of their
old comrades there. The boys came crowding up to the cab as it stood by
the Grey Friars gates, where they were entering, and admired the chestnut
horse, and the tights and livery and gravity of Stoopid, the tiger. The
bell for afternoon-school rang as they were swaggering about the
play-ground talking to their old cronies. The awful Doctor passed into
school with his grammar in his hand. Foker slunk away uneasily at his
presence, but Pen went up blushing, and shook the dignitary by the hand.
He laughed as he thought that well-remembered Latin Grammar had boxed his
ears many a time.


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