Then Tom Macintosh came out and asked for the Manual Room key; he wanted
to finish a boat he was making.
"Do you let them do as they like?" asked Simpson.
"In the upper classes," I replied.
Soon all the Supplementary and Qualifying pupils had found a novel and
had gone out to the roadside. I turned to give the other classes
arithmetic.
Mary Wilson in the front seat held out a bag of sweets to me. I took
one.
"Please, sir, would the gentleman like one, too?"
Simpson took one with the air of a man on holiday who doesn't care what
sins he commits.
"I say," he whispered, "do you let them eat in school? There's a boy in
the back seat eating nuts."