to table with mushroom sauce." When little Mr. Bouncer handed this recipe to his mother, he did not tell her that he had tipped the great Mr. Coquus with a sovereign. Perhaps such tips were a portion of the "perquisites" of the great cook of Brazenface.
"Pewter Potter promised to do some breakfast with us," said Mr. Fosbrooke.
"Pewter Potter? who is he?" asked Verdant Green.
"Oh! he is a New man," was the reply.
"A new man? Oh, I see! You mean a Freshman?" said Verdant Green.
"No; I mean that he is a New College man," replied Mr. Fosbrooke; and there was a laugh at Verdant Green's expense.
"Never mind, Giglamps," said little Mr. Bouncer; "this is the last day that you can properly be called a Freshman. When you come up next October, after the Long, you will no longer be a Freshman in name, and it will be your own fault if you are then a freshman by nature. Won't it, old fellow?"
"Either my fault or my misfortune," observed Verdant.
"You 're late! you must make up for lost time," said Mr. Fosbrooke to Mr. Pewter Potter, who just then entered the room.
"I had to see to the boats," explained that gentleman, as he seated himself at the table, and began vigorously to make up for the lost time. Mr. Pewter Potter took a great interest in his College crew, and had been recently coached in his trial eights.
"Your boat has done famously," said Mr. Fosbrooke.
"Yes," replied Mr. Pewter Potter; "though I hope we shall do still better next Term. But we had rather
