Wheretheprepostorwasparticularinhisablutions，thefagsinhisroomhadtodescendinturntothekitchen，andbegorstealhotwaterforhim；andoftenthecustomextendedfarther，andtwoboyswentdowneverymorningtogetasupplyforthewholeroom。
“East’sandTadpole’s，“answeredtheseniorfag，whokepttherota。
“Ican’tgo，“saidEast；“I’mdeadlame。“
“Well，bequicksomeofyou，that’sall，“saidthegreatman，asheturnedoutofbed，andputtingonhisslippers，wentoutintothegreatpassage，whichrunsthewholelengthofthebedrooms，togethisSundayhabilimentsoutofhisportmanteau。
“Letmegoforyou，“saidTomtoEast；“Ishouldlikeit。“