But that youthful observer, instantly diving his head and shoulders into his desk, remained there gurgling as if under water.

Two or three nearest him endeavored with some struggling to bring him to an intelligible surface again.

The master waited patiently.

Johnny Filgee took advantage of the diversion to begin again in a high key, "Tige ith got thix," and subsided.
"Come, Jimmy," said the master, with a touch of peremptoriness.

Thus adjured, Jimmy Snyder came up glowingly, and bristling with full stops and exclamation points.