(Seeing him blow off some clay from bench)
Yes. Some o’ us is born to wipe up other people’s dirt, and some’s born to make it. (Wiping it.) Why can’t everybody clean up his own dirt, says I? Maybe they wouldn’t be makin’ so much.
Professor
I daresay you’re right. (Over by the Brontosaurus.) You’ve forgotten to run your rag over this platform.
Sarah
(Rebelliously)
Ye don’t git me inside th’ rail with that dirty heathen.
Professor
The superintendent tells me he’s had to remind you every day.
Sarah