Such language was hardly respectful from a new junior to an old.
"I'll pull your nose, new kid, if you cheek me." "And I'll pull yours, if you cheek my mother." "Booh, booh, poor baby! Who's cheeking your mother?
I wouldn't cheek her with a pair of tongs.

Something better to do.

I say, are both you kids Classics ?" "Yes," they replied.
"I thought you must be Moderns, you're both so precious green.

All right, there'll be lamb's singing directly, then you'll have to sit up." "What's lamb's singing ?" said Ashby.
"Don't you know ?" replied Wally, glad to have recovered the whip hand.
"It's this way.

Every new kid has to sing in his house the first-night.
You'll have to." "Oh," faltered Ashby, "I can't; I don't know anything." "Can't get out of it; you must," said the twin, charmed to see the torture he was inflicting.