These seemed to be talking very vehemently about something they called " swat." One of these young gentlemen who had black hair and a pimpled face, seeing Peregrine, turned round and asked him "how far had he gone?" "Where" asked Peregrine, hastily. "In swat!" said the pimple-faced boy. "What's swat?" asked Peregrine Pultuney. "In your studies," said he of the pimples.