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"This gloomy tone," he said, "is far too rife; I'll demonstrate the loveliness of life. " -- HOTCH-POTCH VERSES.
Reggie and Ealing had moved into a set of rooms in Fellows' Buildings, which they shared together. The set consisted of three rooms, two inner and smaller ones, and one large room looking out on to the front court of King's. The two smaller rooms they used as bedrooms, but as they each had folding Eton beds, by half-past nine or so every morning, provided that they got up in reasonable time, they were converted for the day into sitting-rooms. The outer room was furnished more with regard to what furniture they had, than what furniture it required. Thus there were two pianos, tuned about a quarter of a tone apart from each other, two grandfather's clocks, and a most deficient supply of chairs. "However," as Reggie said, "one can always sit on the piano."