'E'll go to Collige, will Jowey.

Godwin, jest arst the bo-oy a question or two, will you?
'E ain't been doin' bad at 'is school.

Jest put 'im through 'is pyces, as yer may sye.

Stend up, Jowey, bo-oy.' Godwin looked askance at his cousin, who stood with pert face, ready for any test.
'What's the date of William the Conqueror ?' he asked, mechanically.
'Ow!' shouted the youth.

'Down't mike me larff! Zif I didn't know thet! Tensixsixtenightysivn, of course!' The father turned round with an expression of such sincere pride that Godwin, for all his loathing, was obliged to smile.
'Jowey, jest sye a few verses of poitry; them as you learnt larst.