human
By George! it's ten minutes to dinner-time, said Dick, looking at the clock.
gpt
There'll be a frightful row if you are late first day, and you've barely time to dress.
human
Dress! I am dressed,
gpt
You muff, you're not in your flannels. Think of a new fellow turning up to Hall first day not in his flannels, eh, Georgie?
human
My eye! said Georgie;
gpt
Cut as hard as ever you can, and put them on. Better not show up till just as the clock strikes, in case fellows humbug you. We'll be near the door and show you where to sit.
human
Whatever should I have done, thought the grateful Coote to himself, as he rushed off to don his brand-new flannels,
gpt
waited somewhat anxiously near the door of the Hall for their