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 />
“I’m pretty certain your paper’s better than Linley’s,” went on Bunter.<br />
“And you needn’t bother about Linley—who’s Linley, anyhow? No need to<br />
worry about him, that I can see. We’re old pals, ain’t we, old fellow? You<br />
let me have your Latin paper, and that three guineas is mine, and—and——<br />
—.”<br />
“You fat, frabjous, frumptious, footling fathead!” said the captain of the<br />
Remove, in measured tones, “I won’t let you have my Latin paper, for two<br />
reasons—first, it’s against the rules for one fellow to do another fellow’s<br />
paper<br />
—second, I haven’t done the paper yet, and I’m not going to.”<br />
“Oh, really, Wharton—.”<br />
“So that’s that,” said Harry. “Now roll away, like a good barrel.”<br />
“I don’t think you ought to tell whoppers, Wharton, just to get out of<br />
helping a fellow out of a hole—.”<br />
“What?” roared Wharton.<br />
“I jolly well know you’ve done your Latin paper. It’s a bit thick telling fibs<br />
about it,” said Bunter, scornfully. “I’m surprised at you, Wharton! You<br />
make out that I tell whoppers. Well, what about you?”<br />
“You—you—you!” gasped Harry Wharton.<br />
“Don’t tell any more fibs, old chap! It’s rather mean,” said Bunter. “Look<br />
here, can I have that paper?”<br />
Harry Wharton breathed hard and deep. Why Bunter supposed that he<br />
had already done his Latin paper, he could not begin to guess. He had got<br />
no further than copying out a section of one of Virgil’s eclogues, with the<br />
idea of studying that great poet in the pastoral style, when the idea had<br />
been given up. But <strong>Billy</strong> Bunter, evidently, believed that he had done the<br />
Latin paper, and that he was prevaricating on the subject.<br />
“You won’t want it now,” urged Bunter. “Just let me have it, and—and don’t<br />
say anything about it, of course. Can I have it, old chap?”<br />
“I tell you I haven’t even touched the Latin paper!” howled Wharton.<br />
“And I tell you that I jolly well know you have,” howled back Bunter, “and<br />
I think it’s jolly mean to keep on telling crammers about it, and I can jolly<br />
well say plainly—yow-ow-wow!”<br />
Harry Wharton did not appear disposed to argue the point with Bunter, as<br />
to whether he had been telling “crammers” or not. He grasped the fat<br />
Owl by a fat neck, and sat him down in the quad, hard. Then he walked on<br />
with his friends, leaving Bunter sitting and spluttering.<br />
“Oh! Ow!” gasped Bunter. “Beast! Ow!”<br />
<strong>Billy</strong> Bunter resumed the perpendicular, casting a devastating blink after<br />
the Famous Five.<br />
Seldom had Bunter felt so indignant and aggrieved.<br />
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