I mean to mark my exercise _private_ in future." "The thing is," said D'Arcy, "if he'd anything original to say it wouldn't matter so.

But he's always talking the same old rot about roots.

What's the use of a root, I should like to know, if you can't bury it?
Eh, kid ?" Fisher minor, to whom the question was addressed, did not know, and remarked that they didn't teach Latin here the same way as when he learned from a governess at home.
He regretted this admission almost as soon as he had made it.

For Wally and D'Arcy immediately got paper and began to draw fancy portraits of Fisher minor learning Latin under the old _regime_.

The point of these illustrations was not so much in the figures as in the conversation.
The figures were more or less unlike the originals; at least, Fisher minor declared that the three isosceles triangles piled by Wally one on the top of the other were not a bit like his governess; while the plum- pudding on two sticks, with a little pudding above for a head which emitted four huge tears, the size of an orange, from either eye, he regarded as a simple libel on himself.