human
Hip, hurrah! Hip, hurrah!
gpt
Well, I declare; Mont Folsom, what is the matter with you?
human
Matter? Nothing is the matter, Tom, only I'm going to a boarding school--just the best place on the face of the earth, too--Nautical Hall, on the seacoast.
gpt
Humph! I didn't know as how a boarding school was such a jolly place, grumbled old Tom Barnstable.
human
They'll cane ye well if ye git into mischief, lad.
gpt
Will they, Tom? What for? I never do any wrong,
human
Jest to hear the lad! Never do no mischief! Ha! ha! Why you're the wust boy in the town fer mischief, Mont--an' everybody knows it. A nautical school, did ye say. Maybe they'll take ye out in a ship some time in that case.
gpt
They do take the pupils out--every summer, so Carl Barnaby was telling me. He goes there, you know, and so does Link Harmer.
human
Then you an' Carl will make a team--an' Heaven help the folks as comes in your way,
gpt
But we are not so bad, I tell you, Tom,
human
Oh, no, not at all. But jest you tell me who drove the cow into Squire Borden's dining room and who stuffed the musical instruments of the brass band with sawdust at the Fourth of July celebration? You never do anything, you little innocent lamb!