Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
You also want an ePaper? Increase the reach of your titles
YUMPU automatically turns print PDFs into web optimized ePapers that Google loves.
<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