Theyweresoon，however，allturnedoutoftheschool；andEastconductedTomuptohisbedroom，thathemightgetoncleanthings，andwashhimselfbeforesinging。
“What’ssinging？“saidTom，takinghisheadoutofhisbasin，wherehehadbeenplungingitincoldwater。
“Well，youarejollygreen，“answeredhisfriend，fromaneighbouringbasin。“Why，thelastsixSaturdaysofeveryhalfwesingofcourse；andthisisthefirstofthem。Nofirstlessontodo，youknow，andlieinbedto-morrowmorning。“
“Butwhosings？“
“Why，everybody，ofcourse；you’llseesoonenough。Webegindirectlyaftersupper，andsingtillbed-time。Itain’tsuchgoodfunnow，though，asinthesummerhalf；’causethenwesinginthelittlefivescourt，underthelibrary，youknow。Wetakeouttables，andthebigboyssitroundanddrinkbeer——doubleallowanceonSaturdaynights；andwecutaboutthequadranglebetweenthesongs，anditlookslikealotofrobbersinacave。