About midday
If I slung Motty out , he would report to his mother , and she would pass it on to Aunt Agatha , and I did n't like to think what would happen then . Sooner or later , I should be wanting to go back to England , and I did n't want to get there and find Aunt Agatha waiting on the quay for me with a stuffed eelskin . There was absolutely nothing for it but to put the fellow up and make the best of it . About midday Motty 's luggage arrived , and soon afterward a large parcel of what I took to be nice books . I brightened up a little when I saw it . It was one of those massive parcels and looked as if it had enough in it to keep the chappie busy for a year . I felt a trifle more cheerful , and I got my Country Gentleman hat and stuck it on my head , and gave the pink tie a twist , and reeled out to take a bite of lunch with one or two of the lads at a neighbouring hostelry ; and what with excellent browsing and sluicing and cheery conversation and what-not , the afternoon passed quite happily .