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Table of contents
The Choir School of St. Bede’s
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. THE NEW SOLO-BOY.
CHAPTER II. THE FIRST OF APRIL.
CHAPTER III. ALFRED AT THE DEANERY.
CHAPTER IV. THE KEY TO THE SUMS.
CHAPTER V. THE PAPER-CHASE.
CHAPTER VI. AT MR. COTTENHAM’S.
CHAPTER VII. POLLY AT SCHOOL.
CHAPTER VIII. THE OLD PIT.
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The Choir School of St. Bede’s
The Choir School of St. Bede’s
BY FREDERICK HARRISON Author of “Wynport College”
WITH THIRTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY EMILY A. COOK
BLACKIE AND SON LIMITED LONDON GLASGOW AND BOMBAY
CONTENTS.
THE CHOIR SCHOOL OF ST. BEDE’S.
CHAPTER I. THE NEW SOLO-BOY.
CHAPTER I. THE NEW SOLO-BOY.
IT was a lovely morning, about eleven o’clock, and the boys of the cathedral choir of St. Bede’s were playing in the cloister of the grand old church. There was a square plot of grass in the centre, where the boys used to amuse themselves during the intervals of school-work; when it was wet they would walk round the covered cloister.
One boy, of about eleven years, was standing by himself, looking shyly on without taking any part in the games of the others. He was leaning against a stone pillar, when one of the bigger boys came up to him.
“You’re the new probationer solo-boy, aren’t you?” he demanded.
“Yes,” replied Alfred Davidson, for that was his name.
“Where do you come from?”
“From Darlton.”
“What’s your father?”
“He’s an engineer on a ship.”
“On board of a man-of-war?”
“No; on one of the big ships that go to Australia,” replied Alfred.
“I suppose you think no small cheese of yourself now you’ve got a place in the choir, don’t you?” said the other with a sneer.
“I am very pleased to get into this choir, as I am fond of music, and I hope I shall be an organist some day,” replied Alfred.
“Organist!” laughed the other. “You’ll never be fit for anything except to blow the organ. I suppose you would consider that assistant-organist?”
“Certainly! some people aren’t good enough even for that,” replied Alfred, moving behind the stone pillar.
“Oh, indeed!” said King, “aren’t they?”
He aimed a backhanded slap at Alfred as he spoke, but the latter bobbed his head, and King barked his knuckles.
“That’s your little game, is it?” he exclaimed, and seizing Alfred he shook him and threw him on to the grass, nearly causing another boy, who was stepping backwards, to roll over him. Alfred got up at once and brushed his clothes, and while he was doing so another boy came up and spoke to him.
“What’s up?” he exclaimed.
“I am, now,” replied Alfred, smiling.
“So I see,” said Walter Parker, laughing; “but you were down a moment ago, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Has Herbert King been bullying you because you’ve got the place he wanted his brother to have?”
“I don’t know the name of the boy who pushed me down,” replied Alfred, “but he did not have it all his own way. He went to hit me, and as I ducked my head he knocked his knuckles against the pillar instead.”
