And he hung his hat up on Bruno, who was standing in the middle of the room, too much astonished by the sudden change of scene to make any attempt at removing it, though it came down to his shoulders, making him look something like a small candle with a large extinguisher over it.
The Professor mildly explained that His Highness had been graciously pleased to say he wouldn't do his lessons.
"Do your lessons this instant, you young cub!" thundered the Vice-Warden. "And take this!" and a resounding box on the ear made the unfortunate Professor reel across the room.
“Save me!" faltered the poor old man, as he sank, half-fainting, at my Lady's feet.
Shave you ? Of course I will!" my Lady replied, as she lifted him into a chair, and pinned an anti-macassar round his neck. Where's the razor?"
The Vice-Warden meanwhile had got hold of Uggug, and was belabouring him with his umbrella. “Who left this loose nail in the floor?" he shouted. “Hammer it in, I say!
