CHAPTER III.

WALTER’S ALLEY.

Tr was nearly half-past six o’clock. The
first bell had rung more than twenty
minutes, and the boys in Mertoun’s room
were dressed, and ready to go down stairs.
Harry, however, still continued in bed,
notwithstanding the most strenuous efforts
on the part of his companions to arouse
him. It was in vain that they remind-
ed him that he would forfeit marks;
that he would have a heavy imposition ;
that it would not improbably lose him
his prize, and the like. To all these rep-