Give us the chorus now." "I don't like it, boy," said his father, shaking his head, "and especially in a clergyman." "But that's where you are off, dad.

The trouble is, when I come within range of any of my flock all my flip vocabulary absolutely vanishes, and I find myself talking like a professor of English or a maiden lady school ma'am of very certain age." "I don't like it, boy.

Correct English is the only English for a gentleman." "I wonder," said the lad.

"But I don't want to worry you, dad." "Oh, as for me, that matters nothing at all, but I am thinking of you and of your profession, your standing." "I know that, dad.

I sometimes wish you would think a little more about yourself.