" And Wildney
stretched himself and yawned.
"I suppose this is what they call ennui," said Eric again, after a
pause. "What is to be done, Sunbeam?"
"You _shan't_ call me that, so there's an end of it," said Wildney,
hitting him on the arm.
"By the bye, Eric, you remind me to-morrow's my birth-day, and I've got
a parcel coming this afternoon full of grub from home. Let's go and see
if it's come."
"Capital! We will."
So Eric and Wildney started off to the coach-office, where they found
the hamper, and ordered it to be brought at once to the school, and
carried up to Eric's study.
On opening it they found it rich in dainties, among which were a pair of
fowls and a large plum-cake.
"Hurrah!" said Wildney, "you were talking of nothing to do; I vote we
have a carouse to-morrow."
"Very well; only let's have it _before_ prayers, because we were so
nearly caught last time."
"Ay, and let it be in one of the class-rooms, Eric; not up here, lest
we have another incursion of the 'Rosebuds.
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