Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
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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 />
swotting.”<br />
With that, and a cheery nod, Mark passed on down the passage.<br />
“Oh. blow!” murmured Harry.<br />
His face was clouded and he moved restlessly about the study, with his<br />
hands in his pockets, and a wrinkle in his brow. Mark, obviously, had not<br />
the faintest idea of wishing any fellow to stand out of the contest on his<br />
account. That Somehow made Wharton feel all the more that it was up to<br />
him to keep out. But for that ass Wibley—.”<br />
“I say, Harry, old chap.” A fat voice squeaked, as a fat face looked into<br />
the study.<br />
“Oh, buzz off, Bunter,” exclaimed Wharton. He Was feeling worried and<br />
troubled, and in no mood for <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter.<br />
“Oh, really, Wharton—.” protested the fat Owl.<br />
“Get out, for goodness sake.”<br />
“I say, old chap, I’ve got an idea—.”<br />
“Take it away and bury it.”<br />
“I wish you wouldn’t keep on interrupting a chap, Wharton. You know I’m<br />
short of that seven guineas for Parker——.”<br />
“Bother Parker, and bother you! Travel!” snapped the exasperated captain<br />
of the Remove.<br />
“He hasn’t written again yet,” continued Bunter. “But he’s got to be paid.<br />
I’m two pounds nine and six short of the amount, old chap.”<br />
“Hook it!”<br />
“Swotting?” asked Bunter, with a blink at the Latin paper on the table.<br />
“Well, I won’t keep you a minute. You fellows are going to do ‘Hamlet’—.”<br />
“Blow ‘Hamlet.’”<br />
“Do let a fellow speak. What about a benefit performance?” asked Bunter.<br />
“A what?” ejaculated Wharton.<br />
“A benefit! My benefit!” explained Bunter.<br />
“Wha-a-t?”<br />
“Charge for admission, see, when you put up the show,” explained Bunter,<br />
blinking at him. “That’s the idea—and all takings go to the benefit fund.<br />
Of course, nobody wants to see you act—.”<br />
“What!”<br />
“I mean to say, they couldn’t, could they?” said Bunter. “But they’d come<br />
to a benefit performance, to raise the wind to see a chap through. See<br />
the idea? When a chap’s really popular, fellows rally round and back him<br />
up. I shouldn’t wonder if a benefit performance raised more than the two<br />
pounds nine and six. We’d have a spread in the Rag with what was left<br />
over’. See?”<br />
“You howling ass—.”<br />
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