They sewed up those corduroys, tight as they were.

They cut his bed-strings.

They upset buckets and benches, so that he might break his shins over them, which he never failed to do.

They sent him parcels, which, when opened, were found to contain the paternal soap and candles.

There was no little fellow but had his jeer and joke at Dobbin; and he bore everything quite patiently, and was entirely dumb and miserable.
Cuff, on the contrary, was the great chief and dandy of the Swishtail Seminary.