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Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale

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<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter’s <strong>Benefit</strong><br />

<strong>By</strong> <strong>Frank</strong> <strong>Richards</strong><br />

“All yours!” said <strong>Frank</strong> Nugent.<br />

“All that is in the box belongs to your esteemed and honorific self, my<br />

absurd fat Bunter,” grinned Hurree Jamset Ram Singh.<br />

<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter stretched out a fat paw to the cash-box. This time his fat<br />

knuckles were not rapped. This time no one said him nay! The fat Owl<br />

beamed all over his fat face.<br />

“I say, you fellows, of course I’m going to pay Parker,” he said. “But as<br />

I’ve been disappointed about a postal order, I shall have to draw on this—<br />

only temporarily of course. I shall make it up for Parker when my postalorder<br />

comes. I don’t want to rub it in, as I’ve no doubt you mean well, but<br />

the fact is, I can manage my own affairs, and I don’t want you butting in.<br />

See?”<br />

“We see!” assented Bob.<br />

“The seefulness is terrific.”<br />

“That’s all right, old fat foozler,” said Harry Wharton, “Nobody’s going to<br />

butt in. You can do exactly what you like with what’s in that box.”<br />

“I mean to!” said Bunter, firmly.<br />

“Do!” said Bob.<br />

“Oh, do!” said Nugent.<br />

“Well, if that’s understood, all right,” said Bunter. And he opened the lid<br />

of the cash-box, and blinked into it, with a fat paw ready to grab up the<br />

sum of seven pounds seven shillings, and glorious visions of jam-tarts,<br />

plum cakes, toffee and butterscotch, and all sorts of gorgeous sticky<br />

things, floating before his mental vision.<br />

But the next moment a change, as the poet has expressed it, came o’er<br />

the spirit of his dream.<br />

He blinked into the box! He stared into it! He glared into it! But no<br />

amount of blinking, staring, or glaring could conjure up what he expected<br />

to find there.<br />

There was no cash in the cash-box. There was a sheet of paper. That was<br />

the only contents of the box, in lieu of cash. The paper had a printed<br />

heading: and it ran:<br />

PARKER’S CYCLE STORES<br />

Courtfield<br />

To One Speedster Bicycle supplied to<br />

W. G. Bunter, Esq., at Greyfriars School £7.7.O<br />

Received with thanks<br />

J. Parker<br />

Page 159 of 161

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