human
Jacob Faithful, why still porest thou over thy book--didst thou not understand that the hours of recreation had arrived? Why risest thou not upon thy feet like the others?
gpt
And where are thy shoes, Jacob?
human
One's in your pocket, replied I
gpt
Expound, Jacob, said the Dominie,
human
The big boy with the red hair, and a face picked all over with holes like the strainers in master's kitchen,
gpt
Mr Knapps, it would be _infra dig_ on my part, and also on yours, to suffer this disrespect to pass unnoticed. Ring in the boys.