` The deuce it wo n't ! ' cried Dolly , trying to get an impossible view , and giving it up in great disgust . ' I guess we 'd better be going , Dolf , ' said peaceable Stuffy , feeling that it would be wise to retreat before another skirmish took place , as his side seemed to be getting the worst of it . ` Do n't hurry , I beg ; stay and rest ; you must need it after the tremendous amount of brain work you 've done this week . It is time for our Greek . Come , Bess . Good afternoon , gentlemen . ' And , with a sweeping courtesy , Josie led the way , with her hat belligerently cocked up , and her racket borne like a triumphal banner over one shoulder ; for having had the last word , she felt that she could retire with the honours of war . Dolly gave Bess his best bow , with the chill on ; and Stuffy subsided luxuriously , with his legs in the air , murmuring in a dreamy tone : ` Little Jo is as cross as two sticks today . I 'm going in for another nap : too hot to play anything . ' ` So it is . Wonder if Spitfire was right about these beastly spots ? ' And Dolly sat down to try dry cleansing with one of his handkerchiefs . ` Asleep ? ' he asked , after a few moments of this cheerful occupation , fearing that his chum might be too comfortable when he was in a fume himself . ` No . I was thinking that Jo was n't far wrong about shirking . 'T is a shame to get so little done , when we ought to be grinding like Morton and Torry and that lot . I never wanted to go to college ; but my governor made me . Much good it will do either of us ! '
answered XXXXX , with a groan ; for he hated work , and saw two more long years of it before him .
Bess Greek Jo Josie Spitfire Stuffy Torry deuce fume right