, by Jove! Doe-Ray-Me! It's a joke; and I'm a gifted person."
This discovery of the adaptability of our names was so startling
that I exclaimed:
"Good Lord! How mad!"
Penny only shrugged his shoulders, and generally plumed himself on
his little success. And Doe said:
"Has that only just dawned on you?"
"Observe," sneered Penny. "The Gray Doe is jealous. He would like
the fame of having made this fine jest. So he pretends he thought of
it long ago. He bags it."
"Not worth bagging," suggested Doe, who was pulling a lock of his
pale hair over his forehead, and trying with elevated eye-brows to
survey it critically. His feet were resting on a seat in front of
him, and his trousers were well pulled up, so as to show a certain
tract of decent sock. Penny scanned him as though his very
appearance were nauseating.
"Well, why did you bag it?"
"I didn't."
"I say, you're a bit of a liar, aren't you?"
"Well, if I'm a bit of a liar, you're a lot of one."
"My dear little boy," said Penny, with intent to hurt, "we all know
the reputation for lying you had at your last school."
As we had all been at Kensingtowe's Preparatory School together, I
was in a position to know that this was rather wild, and
remonstrated with him.
"I say, that's a bit sticky, isn't it?"
The nobility of my interference impressed me as I made it.
Meanwhile the angry blood mounted to Doe's face, but he carelessly
replied:
"You show what a horrible liar you are by your last remark. I never
said your beastly idea was mine; and because you accused me of doing
so, and I said I didn't, you call me a liar: which is a dirty lie,
if you like. But of course one expects lies from you."
"That may be," rejoined Pennybet. "But you know you don't wash."
Doe parried this thrust with a sarcastic acquiescence.
"No, I know I don't--never did--don't believe in washing."
Now Penny was out to hurt. A mere youngster had presumed to argue
and be cheeky with him: and discipline must be maintained. To this
end there must be punishment; and punishment, to be effective, must
hurt. So he adopted a new line, and with his clever strategy strove
to enlist my support by deigning to couple my name with his.
"At any rate," he drawled, "Ray and I don't toady to Radley."
This poisonous little remark requires some explanation. Mr. Radley,
the assistant house-master at Bramhall House, was a hard master, who
would have been hated for his insufferable con
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