Such a flaming face and red eyes like Bob Furniss's ferret and great big whiskers; but I'll make you a picture of him, at least I'll make two pictures, for Lewis Lorraine says he's got no beard on Sundays, and rather a good one on Saturdays.

Lorraine is a very rum fellow, but I like him.

It was he showed us in, and he did catch it afterwards, but he only makes fun of it.

Old Crayshaw's desk had got a lot of canes on one side of it and a most beastly dirty snuffy red and green handkerchief on the other, and an ink-pot in the middle.

He made up to Father like anything and told such thumpers.