GIRL (_glibly_). Phenomena is that immaculate preponderance of
preternatural possibility as to make an exaggerated conception
of auxiliary precedents, and oleaginous metamorphosis into an
indivisible synthetical analysis.
COM. That's putty good. You hev exceeded my suspicions and I am
disguised that yu should du so well. This is the most supernatural
class I ever seen. Mr. Snodgrass, I congratterlate you on sech
ambiguous pupils. Gee there now and take yer seats. (_Class pass
to seats._) Neow yeou ain't got no little song you can sing, hev ye?
CHORUS. Yes, yes, our Motion Song!
COM. Wal, I wouldn't mind hearing it, Mr. Snodgrass, ef it's conwenient.
TEACHER. You may all put away your books.
BOY (_laughing_). He! he! he!
TEACHER. Robert, stand! Explain what you were laughing at.
ROBERT (_half laughing and half crying_). Nappy Jones says that Seth
Green's striped stockings make him look like a barber's pole!
COM. (_laughing_). Wal, he's only a leetle shaver, anyhow! Ain't
that so, Seth?
SETH. Yes sir! (_Doubling up fists and threatening_ N. JONES.) You
jest wait till I ketch you after school! (_Said in an undertone._)
TEACHER. Robert, go out in the shed and chop to-morrow's wood.
I'll excuse you the rest of the morning. (_Exit_ ROBERT.)
SETH. Teacher, can I help him?