A true Englishman is very much a man!" "And Paulding is a mere thing!" snapped Hodge.
"He isn't worth noticing, don't you 'now!" sneered Paulding, moving away with the members of the Chickering set.

"He is always slinging insulting things at me.

It's mere jealousy, don't you 'now, that makes him act so.
Baw Jawve, if I was as jealous as Merriwell, I'd go drown myself!" "He is always slinging insults at us in the same way!" Ollie Lord breathlessly declared, looking as fierce as he could and lifting himself on his tiptoes to increase his fighting height.
"I wouldn't let the thing worry me," purred Rupert Chickering.
"Merriwell is so spoiled by flattery that he is hardly responsible for what he says.

I never like to hold harsh feeling against any one." "I'd like to pull the wetch'eth nothe!" lisped Lew Veazie, looking quite as fierce as Ollie Lord.

"It would therve him wight if I thould walk up to him thome day and thimply pull hith nothe!" "But he might pull yours!" Julian Ives warned.