Billy Bunter's Benefit By Frank Richards - Friardale
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 />
“Oh!” said Potter and Greene.<br />
They looked serious at that! A “book” was an awful imposition. Fellows had<br />
lines—sometimes a lot of lines— but a whole book was a rare and quite<br />
overwhelming thing. A fellow who was given a “book” could count on his<br />
leisure hours being washed out for a long time to come.<br />
“A book!’ repeated Coker. “That’s what Prout calls justice! A Fifth-form<br />
man calls a mob of fags to order— which really the prefects ought to be<br />
doing—and his beak makes out that he’s to blame, and gives him a book! I<br />
don’t know that I shall have any time to coach you fellows in acting—I’m<br />
not sure I shall be able to find time for the Stage Club at all. I’ve got to<br />
write out the first book of the Aeneid. All because those fags were<br />
cheeky, and because my pals let me down.”<br />
Potter and Greene looked as sad and sympathetic as they could. Indeed<br />
they could feel for a fellow who had to write out the first book of the<br />
Aeneid, from “Arma virumque cano” to “fluctibus aestas”—a total of seven<br />
hundred and fifty-six lines. It was enough to make a fellow’s head ache to<br />
think of it! Still, it was getting past tea-time, and they wanted their tea.<br />
If there was going to be nothing in Coker’s study, they had to go down to<br />
hall. So although they were sympathetic, they did want to get from the<br />
subject of Coker’s woes to that of tea.<br />
“Tough luck, old man,” murmured Potter.<br />
“It’s the limit,” said Greene.<br />
“You’d better make a start on it, after tea,” suggested Potter: rather a<br />
neat way of reminding Coker of tea.<br />
“Yes, let’s get tea out of the way, and make a start,” agreed Greene,<br />
taking his cue from Potter.<br />
“You’ve landed me with this,” said Coker. “If you’d backed me up, as I<br />
distinctly told you to do, we should have mopped up that mob of fags and<br />
given them a jolly good lesson. Now they’re carrying on just as if I hadn’t<br />
told them to chuck it. Not, of course, that I’m going to let them do<br />
‘Hamlet.’”<br />
“Not!” murmured Potter.<br />
They gazed at Coker. Even yet, it seemed, the great Horace had not<br />
collected all the trouble he wanted. He was going to hunt for more!<br />
“Certainly not,” said Coker. “I’m not likely to change my mind, simply<br />
because the fags are cheeky, and Prout’s an old ass. But, as I said, you’ve<br />
landed me in this, by letting me down. I’m done with you.”<br />
“My dear chap—,” protested Potter.<br />
“Coker, old man—,” murmured Greene.<br />
They could not help looking dismayed. This meant that there was not only<br />
going to be no tea in Coker’s study that day. It boded ill for days to come.<br />
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