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And the

Oh, coming to end us,

Me to risk when the red horse

In the beauty in us.

Now, the Sam of Morayas,

Now, the Sam of Morayas.

This is a very serious matter, headmaster.

Indeed, won't I agree that this is a serious matter.

I thought that you would see it that way.

Whatever you do, bring it to my notice.

Nibs.

Nibs, headmaster.

A possible revision of school policies, I was saying.

Traditionally, as you know,

the nibs are kept by the master in charge of the class,

and he issues them as a boys request.

Now, one boy, and the lesson can continue

with negligible delay,

but if every boy is going to keep coming up and asking for...

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Now, happening?

In my experience, yes.

To the prejudice of sound teaching.

And the welfare of the school.

Must...

The welfare of the school must come first.

Good.

Parents, parents.

What boy could break two tennis rackers

and a cricket bat in one season?

Well, me, certainly.

And a bicycle.

Etheridge.

Very strong, very strong boys' age.

Thank you, thank you, Wentworth.

By all means, put the nibs down

on the next common room meeting agenda.

Thank you, headmaster.

I needed your consent for that.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

By all means, master.

I take it at no problem in giving out the ink.

None so far, but...

If one occurs, I shall certainly mention it.

Please do.

I know I can depend on you in crucial matters of this kind.

I need hardly say

that after my long association with Berglove,

I have only the schools interested in it.

Where's our leg, eh?

Don't know.

Not like him to miss break.

Perhaps 3A, keeping him in.

What's your next period?

Your fourth geography.

Eh, well, better than 3A geography.

Better than 3A, anything.

Why?

I actually have to ask AJ then.

He's got a free period.

I ain't supposed to be 3A English, but I'm lucky.

I've got to go to the dentist's.

Ah, you're good.

All right, sir.

Well, I'd be happy to say that they were just seeing the headmaster,

and he's perfectly agreeable.

Oh, good.

Oh, yes, he can be very often.

It's just a matter of catching him in the right mood.

Of course, you know, he can be disagreeable if you don't.

Er, what?

Well, I'm a cyborg, wasn't it?

No, no, no, no, no.

I mean, he's agreeable about nibs.

The whole nib policy.

He agrees that it should be thoroughly gone into the next con room meeting.

Let AJ have your coffee rolling soon.

You're on your second cup.

I saw you.

I finished mine.

Well, I've started mine.

He can drink from the other side.

Got it, AJ.

Mm-hmm.

I'm very kind, don't you, will you?

I think.

The pleasant nib system.

Oh, I didn't know we had one.

Of course we have.

Have we, AJ?

Covens the whole of our teaching.

Oh, I don't say that.

But the constant breaks in the continuity of a lesson

due to a boy after a boy coming up for a nib

is something that really should be avoided in the interest of sound teaching.

Not really a wish thing, Matthew.

You know this, Rawlinson.

Quite right, AJ.

You're not going in the middle of this Rawlinson

with the whole nib policy in the melting pot.

I'm afraid it's my time for opening up the station recovered.

Blotting paper, anyone?

Chalk, ink.

Never mind him.

Oh, nibs?

Yes, AJ.

Let's have your ideas on nibs then.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I shall propose at the meeting,

and I hope I shall have your full support on this.

Oh, as always, you know that.

I shall propose that each boy is given a supply of nibs on the first day

to last him the whole term.

He was sparingly, of course,

and not as bad as for paper airplanes,

which in any case I didn't rely on my classes.

You'll rule with an iron hand, we know that.

Or paper darts, either.

And the boys will be responsible for their own nib.

You're an incredibly sensitive responsibility,

and a boy, Gilbert, and you're halfway to building a real character.

That's been true.

I shall be willing to all the way on this, AJ.

Thank you very much indeed.

Oh, no, it's the least I can do.

As you're kindly taking my 3A English this period

while I'm at the dentist.

I'll put that proposal down.

Don't give them anything that wants a lot of correcting.

There's a good chap.

Yeah.

If you can just manage a little rudimentary grammar.

Just a moment, CJ.

You haven't forgotten.

When I asked you yesterday, you said you'd be delighted.

Good fellow that you are.

That is, of course, but I didn't reflect it.

You were probably thinking about nibs.

Ah, possibly.

Yeah.

I'd better get going in that.

I would.

You're five minutes late already.

Well, they got to.

I should try the classroom.

No, no, where have they got to in the book?

Oh, got to.

English isn't like algebra, old man.

Finish exercise 20.

Turn over to 21.

Keep it simple.

Just what you can manage.

And don't get into adjectival clauses unless you're absolutely sure of your ground.

Oh, I wouldn't do it.

You're too close.

No, you're just a fool.

There is a fool.

There's a 13-year-old who you recognize as a fool to.

It's not your fault.

It's not his fault.

It's not his fault.

Write.

Read it then, fack it.

All of us are in the movies.

That's a very fair line.

Run!

Next line.

Poppy is supposed to be keeping Kaby for gilburts.

It's too silly.

Oh, for a muse of fire.

It would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.

Kingdom for a stage.

Princess to egg.

Oh, Winford's coming.

Oh, he doesn't matter.

It's not his period.

Monix to survey the swelling scene.

He's just passing.

Kaby!

Quiet, everybody.

Please, sir.

Everybody, I said, I think.

Yes, sir.

But you're in the wrong class from, sir.

We're English, sir.

And proud.

It's a good sir.

We're English, sir.

And proud.

It's a good sir.

We're English.

We're quiet, sir.

Lisa, you're supposed to be Mr. Gilbert.

Thank you, Trish.

I think you can save it a bit left to me.

Now, can anyone here read?

There was a brewing sparrow, a upper brewing spout.

They came and blew in a shower of rain.

And, Mason.

What, sir?

Stand up when you say what?

This is your work, isn't it?

No, sir.

It looks remarkable, like you're writing.

Yes, sir. It is, sir.

That's better, Mason.

But it's my uncle's work, sir.

You wrote it in my autograph album, sir.

And washed the bloomer out, sir.

I beg your pardon?

Sir, it finishes, sir.

There came a blooming shower of rain.

And washed the bloomer out, sir.

Thomas!

Thank you, Mason. We'll miss it down.

I thought it was redone poetry today, sir.

Sit down, Mason.

I missed the girl that was late, sir.

Except it turns out to be you, sir.

Down, Mason.

First of all, let me apologise for not being Mr Gilbert.

Secondly...

That's all right, sir.

Thank you, Arthur.

We should just have to lump it, sir.

Be careful, Arthur Wayne.

Second, though, it does not mean that because I usually meet you

on the field of simultaneous quadratics and right-angle triangles,

I have no acquaintance with what the pence Spencer described

with reference to the poet Chaucer as the well of English undefiled.

Strooth?

Who said that?

The poet Spencer, sir.

Anderson?

Now, can anyone tell me how many hours there are in Sparrow?

What's on the board, sir?

And considering who wrote it on the board, it is naturally written wrong.

Isn't it, Mason?

No, sir.

Good morning.

No, sir.

Who might autograph out of them, sir?

There are two hours in Sparrow, Mason.

And now let us forget all about your autograph album.

And watch the blue men out. Clean the board for it.

Why is it down, boy? Sit down.

Don't let me spoil anything.

Just passing Mr. Winthworth.

Save you a visit to me.

Let it from a parent with a very sound suggestion,

which I think is rather in your line of contrast.

It's just Sunday afternoon.

Two boys here have a good one on the way.

So I think it'd be as well if we did allow the situation to occur.

Oh, of course, of course.

I don't mean it now.

Good boy.

I see you were enjoying ourselves with Mr. Gilbert's young men of letters.

What is it we're giving him now? Let me see.

No, no, no, no.

The wars of booming...

Perhaps that could explain, sir.

I only took it over very shortly.

Very interesting use of the honor. Clusus.

Oh, yes, yes, indeed.

Why am I thinking of the honor beast?

Anyway, I admire your versatility. Please carry on.

I think two hours in spirit.

No difficulty in nibs this morning, I take it.

No, no, no, no, sir. Thank you.

Good.

Good.

Stop talking.

If you must talk, talk to me.

Yes, I can.

Can I have an in, sir?

No.

I'll have one, sir.

No, you can't.

Like a lot of silly sheep.

You can't have an in nib, Trent.

It's not that, sir.

Don't tell me somebody's got a sensible question.

Yes, sir.

What's an an a cusus?

Well, it's a...

Sir.

Sir.

No, Elman.

You can't have a new nib.

No, sir.

Please, sir.

What's an an a paste?

Any other boy wanted a new nib?

Oh, yes!

Here, Elman.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, it's nonsense.

What?

What?

A botany, remember?

Oh, no.

Are you interested in botany?

I hope good, too.

No, sir.

Why, sir?

Is your elder brother a good one?

And interested in botany?

I hope good, too.

No, sir.

Good.

Is your father interested?

Oh, yes, sir.

And my mother, sir.

They're both nuts on it.

Oh, they're really.

I'll try to overlook this.

What, sir?

You know that I, I forbid, snang in any of my classes.

That's, it's not English.

Oh, not English.

Be quiet, please.

And the rest of you, right out, as much as you can remember, if you're a favorite poem.

I'm sorry, sir.

They are.

They got engaged at the role for tentacle gardens.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, sir.

I wasn't there at the time.

Why?

O, the smell of rye $Grozell artifacts.

S Khun

I'm doing so, already, Henderson.

No, sir. I mean, this afternoon, when you take the button you're able.

No, it's not finally decided that I should be taking the button to the...

Possible note, I've had a party problem with me.

And I can never remember boys' pajamas being confiscated.

Was there a bit of spot can happen to Mr. Winper's boys?

It can be short, sir. Some blazers with that.

Excuse me, headmaster, I couldn't help overheating my name.

I went for it, good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Winper.

Yes. May I say, sir, as you mentioned...

Excuse me, one moment, Winper.

I fancy that must be Lord and Lady Elmdale and their son,

the honorable Alice Tametron.

Would you be so kind as to greet them for me and tell them I should be with them in stutter?

Of course.

Please inspire all confidence, matron.

Certainly, you're not good.

I really must be a good dear sir, master.

But the greatest respect of four?

Of course, please go on.

It is only recently that she was accusing me of a socks.

Because you've confiscating socks?

Yes, exactly.

No, no, no. Not confiscating them.

Mad headmaster.

You haven't been confiscating madder.

No, no, no, no. There's no crystal confiscation.

But I'm here to say this.

The way there is, madder, small boys will do their best to get muddy.

It's in their nature to do so.

And if Madder persistent her obsession,

then I'm getting the muddy only in order to add to her duties,

which got those are light enough to compare with those of the cheating staff.

Yes, yes, when Madder made a mistake.

That is the MDA or so.

If you'll forgive me a nice bright day for your...

botany walker.

No much problems today.

Good, good.

I'm getting the...

A nature found this morning.

Ah, no, I can explain that, sir.

You two get the boys, you two get the boys.

Find your feet at kids.

Do you feel the gate, Madder?

No, yes, sir.

Why, your foot, sir?

Mason.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mason.

That kills me.

Run ahead and tell Bitter to little tweets to come back here.

Yes, sir?

Our two guests from the upper fourth, go on run boy.

I think they should have the privilege of walking with me under the circumstances.

What circumstances, sir?

Oh, ready to walk in and circle myself.

Oh, what's this one, sir?

No.

You see?

Oh, that's, sir.

Mmm, there's nothing.

Very common.

Very common indeed.

Sir.

Sir.

Go long, boy.

Go long.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

Ah, wait, excuse me.

I think it's part of a sheep, sir.

Oh, I see what you mean, sir.

I'm Bitterton, sir.

Fates is stuck.

So that away?

Yes, sir.

In the drain, sir.

Oh, anywhere.

Mason, give it a listen, Bitterton.

No, sir.

Fates is stuck in the drain, sir.

They sent me to tell you, sir.

What?

Fates is no business to win a drink at all.

Where?

For there, sir.

Stand aside, boy.

It's one of those upper fourths and looning eyes.

Upper plume, it's spout.

Those are looning.

Oh, we're up at four.

Oh, yes.

Get out of the way!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Get on.

Are you in there, sleep?

Yes, sir.

Shut up, little one.

Come out of there, sleep.

Sir, you want to share a rain, sir?

That's the last thing we need.

Come out of there at once, sleep.

Why?

To wash the plume around?

Silence!

Come out of there at once, wait.

If it is some kind of prank who will find me a very different proposition from Mr. Gilbert,

we're not the upper fourth, you know.

Wait, this.

He's a looning.

He's not.

She is.

You're a looning.

No, I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Stop that!

Sir, perhaps I'll hear you if you went around the other end.

I was headspace in that way.

Mason.

Death of Gilbert.

Whatever will be done, say.

Ahh!

Yes!

Yes!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Oh, stop that!

Oh, stop that!

Oh, stop that!

Oh, stop that!

Oh, stop that!

Oh, stop that!

Oh, stop that!

Oh, stop that!

Are you there, Threets?

Yes, sir.

There, I feel like you think you're doing.

I'm stuck, sir.

Where are you stuck?

In the brain of the...

Don't try to be funny with me, Threets.

This is Mr. Wentworth speaking.

Where are you stuck?

At the back, sir.

I got knocked off, sir.

I think my brain's in the core of the roof.

It's so, sir.

Are you feet wet?

I'm waiting, Threets, sir.

You're not a stupid boy, Threets?

Yes, sir.

How long have you been here?

About five minutes, sir.

Oh, got a little ticker.

I mean, how long have you been here at Bergrow?

Oh, four times, sir.

Quite long enough to know better.

You stay where you are, Threets.

Is he right, sir?

Is he dead, sir?

Are you going to leave me, Threets?

Should I fetch Mr. Gilbert, sir?

Now, what thin boy will three bases, Threets?

Three bases, Threets?

Me, sir.

Oh, I'm not going to.

All right, tear off with it, sir.

Oh, there.

No, no, no.

Leave that on.

I don't want two boys with the braces called up.

Yes, remove your boots and stuff.

Oh, no, no.

Right.

Off you go.

And three of his braces help you, too.

Don't lose your care.

Look at the balance of that.

Run about your boys.

Run.

Don't get dry.

They live from.

Run races.

Do what you like.

We didn't read.

We didn't read.

We kept on at all times.

No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

You need a wash, don't you?

My friend.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Come on.

Oh, come on.

Oh, come on.

I'll get it for you, sir.

Ah!

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

You stupid boy.

Fkins.

Whatever one mates and say.

Please, sir.

I've done it, sir.

For you.

Oh, hop the two.

Well done, hit.

What do you got there?

I'm truly great, the race is, sir.

There's no time for joking, boy.

Where is the race?

He's in the drain, sir.

He didn't come out.

He's afraid of being punished.

We're guessing in.

Never heard such a rubbish in my life.

Fred.

Oh, come out of there, boy.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Run back and screw you, boy.

Run quickly.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Oh, my friend.

Wait.

Wait, come out of there.

This is Mr. Winters' be hanging.

Oh, my friend.

Sir.

I use wins.

Say yes, sir.

You hurt?

Say no, sir.

We're a very silly boy.

Say yes, sir.

No, come out of there.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't.

Sir, don't, sir.

Oh, Mason.

Last as usual.

No, sir.

Oh, you see, I'll be thinking.

What you could tell Mason.

Oh, it's very kind of you.

But I'm not under any obligation to tell Mason anything.

No, sir.

But wouldn't it be easiest to explain that you fell into the stream

and we were all going to bictus?

You trying to help me out?

It is indeed, Mason.

If you can think of it as a reason for having fallen in.

Need to be a special reason, sir.

No, not the sort of person who goes about falling into streams for no reason whatsoever.

Well, there was that sign.

All right, that's quite enough. Thank you very much. Get off the school.

Minsano and corporasano, Lady M.D.

That's the poet juvenile, put it.

A principle we embrace, most earnestly here at the Grove Lady M.D.

To care not merely for the mind of the boy, but for the body of the boy.

Godliness, we hope to instill, of course, but cleanliness should not be far behind.

So if you should see fit to let us have the honourable little Alistair...

Report to me.

Don't you hear the end of the...

I'm so often with you, Wentworth, I just don't know what to say.

I can assure you, Headmaster, that there was no part of my plan to have a boy stuck in a drei.

Why bring that deplorable passion under the front windows of the school...

and in particular under the noses of Lord and Lady M.D.

and with the filthiest boys in the lead, that's all I ask.

Well, the filthiest. Well, the wettiest. It seemed common sense to me, Headmaster.

I knew nothing of noses.

Wentworth.

As you know, I have never claimed any qualification for the conduct of botany rambles.

In fact, it was only in the interest of the school day.

Yes, yes, yes.

Well, you'll be pleased to learn that such exercises are now to be discontinued.

On which condition the M.Dales may possibly...

possibly this is Have, the honourable little Alistair.

Possibly.

Well, thank you, Headmaster.

It is all.

Thank you, Headmaster.

Well, nearly all.

Headmaster?

I have a note here for you.

For me.

Yes.

Maitrin would like a word with you.

Thank you, Headmaster.

Thank you, Headmaster.

Thank you, Headmaster.

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Thank you, Headmaster.