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Ruggles and I were down on the Old Fellow. It doesn't matter why and, since in a story of this kind we must tell the truth no matter what happens -- or else where is the use of writing a story at all? -- I'll have to confess that we had deserved all we got and that the Old Fellow did no more than his duty by us. Both Ruggles and I see that now, since we have had time to cool off, but at the moment we were in a fearful wax at the Old Fellow and were bound to hatch up something to get even with him.
Of course, the Old Fellow had another name, just as Ruggles has another name. He is principal of the Frampton Academy -- the Old Fellow, not Ruggles -- and his name is George Osborne. We have to call him Mr. Osborne to his face, but he is the Old Fellow everywhere else. He is quite old -- thirty-six if he's a day, and whatever possessed Sylvia Grant -- but there, I'm getting ahead of my story.