Don't you think tho.' 'Very,' said Freda, drily.
'But, do you know, I don't admire him half ath much ath Mr Rowland Prothero.

Mamma thaith he ith tho gentlemanlike and that the meanth to athk him Tuethday.' 'Really!' again said Freda, not daring to look at Miss Hall.
'We are going to Llanfach to-morrow to hear him preach.

Hith thermon wath beautiful in the school-room.

Don't you think he ith like the picture at the beginning of "Evangeline." Dear me, who wath he, Freda ?' 'Longfellow, you mean, I suppose.' 'Of courth.

And hith language ith tho poetical.