Date: 1857
Arthur stopped to listen for an instant, half thinking he would go in and look at the little rosy sunburnt faces and bright eyes, and ask Mr. Cramby who were his best boys and girls for the week, when lo!  as he halted, the hum within suddenly stopped, a hubbub arose, followed by a scramble and a cry, and out darted with the speed of lightning a tall, brown, sturdy, white-haired young varlet, who, shooting past Arthur with the speed of a locomotive , dashed across the common and adja cent field, cleared an intervening fence, and plunged into the wood.  He was followed by Mr. Cramby, the master, with wrath on his