Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale

Billy Bunter’s Benefit
By Frank Richards
Billy Bunter gazed at it.
His fat face was a picture.
It was a receipt for the sum of seven guineas, duly handed to Mr. Parker
in payment for a Speedster bike supplied to W. G. Bunter. Mr. Parker, at
last, had been paid. Billy Bunter, at long last, was done with him. Bunter’s
benefit had seen Bunter through.
But the expression on Billy Bunter’s speaking countenance was not one of
relief, It was not one of satisfaction. It was not one of gratitude. It was
one of breathless wrath and indignation.
“Beasts!” he gasped.
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“You—you—you’ve paid it away—.”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Beasts!” roared Bunter. “You can cackle—.”
“Thanks, old fat man! We will! Ha, ha, ha!”
“Is—is—isn’t there anything for me?” yelled Bunter.
“There’s the receipt!”
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Beasts!”
Billy Bunter rolled out of No. 1 Study, followed by a roar of laughter.
“Ha, ha, ha!”
“Beasts!” came back a yell from the passage. Which was the sum-total of
the thanks the chums of the Remove received for Billy Bunter’s Benefit!
THE END
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