And when he had escaped from them they broke away in all directions, flinging their caps again into the air and whistling as they went spinning up and crying: --Hurroo! And they gave three groans for Baldyhead Dolan and three cheers for Conmee and they said he was the decentest rector that was ever in Clongowes. --Alas, my dear little boys, they too fell. The sunlight was queer and cold. The exhausted loins are those of Elizabeth and Zacchary.