A Prefect's Uncle

Marriott walked into the senior day-room and finding no one there hurled his portmanteau down on the table with a bang. The noise brought William into the room. William was attached to Leicester's House Beckford College as a mixture of butler and bootboy. He carried a pail of water in his hand. He had been engaged in cleaning up the House against the conclusion of the summer holidays of which this was the last evening by the simple process of transferring all dust dirt and other foreign substances from the floor to his own person. ''Ullo Mr Marriott' he said.