mr. meredith addressed a few earnest words to the boys in khaki -- which probably saved mr. pryor's windows from a second onslaught -- and mr. arnold pronounced an incongruous benediction, at least he felt it was incongruous, for he could not at once banish from his memory the sight of gigantic norman douglas shaking the fat, pompous little whiskers-on-the-moon as a huge mastiff might shake an overgrown puppy.