CHAPTER TWELVE.
THE UNTIDY BOY.
Look at him! You could tell he was an untidy fellow at a single glance.
One of his bootlaces is hanging loose, and the band of his scarf has slipped up above his collar.

Though it is a fine day, his trouser legs are splashed up to the knee; and as for a parting to his hair, you might as well expect an Indian jungle to be combed.

His hands are all over ink, and the sticky marks about his mouth tell their own tale.

In short, Jack Sloven is a dirty boy, and is anything but a credit to the school he belongs to.
I wish you could see his school books.

The pages look like well-used drum parchments, and I am certain Jack must often find it hard to decipher the words upon them.