"Even a lieutenantship would be better than nothing." "I am sure I am going to win," put in William Philander Tubbs.

"I am perfect in every kind of a drill." "Good for Buttertub, the perfect man!" sang out Tom.

"Billy, you ought to have your picture done in oil, to hang alongside of Washington's, in the library." "Don't you dare to call me Buttertub, or Billy either, you rude thing!" snorted Tubbs, and walked away in outraged dignity.
"Dot examinations vos dickle me alretty," said Hans.

"Vot I don't know apoud dem military tictacs you don't know, ain't it.

I vill pe by der top of der class so kvick as neffer vos, you pet yourself!" And he nodded his head as if he meant every word of it.
Dick Rover said but little on the subject, but he meant to win if he possibly could, and so did Tom.