Very good.

I've no doubt we shall get on together." "Between ourselves, Bartram," whispered Master Arthur into his friend's ear, "the class is composed of boys who ought to have been to school, and haven't; or who have been, and are none the better for it.
Some of them can what they call 'read in the Testament,' and all of them confound b and d when they meet with them.

They are at one point of general information--namely, they all know what you have just told them, and will none of them know it by next time.

I call it the rag-tag and bob-tail class.

John says they are like forced tulips.
They won't blossom simultaneously.