"Bertie, rally round!" cried Bingo, entering the room surrounded by most of the boys from our form. "How much loose whiffle have you about your person?"
"Whiffle? Why?" I queried.
"Tuppy Glossop said he'll eat three full slices of steak and kidney pie if we can gather together two quid." Bingo said, rubbing his hands together in glee. "We're only a few pence short at the moment."
I crossed my arms "Tchah." I said.
"What did you say?" asked Bingo.
"I said tchah and I mean it. Three slices of steak and kidney pie, which for you or I would be an effort akin to Atlas holding up the sky, is to Tuppy Glossop but the work of a moment. I will not partake in the matter."
Bingo rolled his eyes. "Fine. Fink-Nottle, what do you have to offer?" I watched out of the corner of my eye as Gussie dropped four pence into Bingo's outstretched hand.