"Well, I s'pose he doesn't have fires in the summer, but it isn't winter yet."
"I don't care. I've seen the chimney smoking away like that often enough; sometimes twice a week."
"That's rather curious, isn't it? Doesn't he ever have 'em swept?"
"I don't know. I asked Bill Gudgeon about it once, and he said they can't afford sea-coal, and burn up all their muck like that."
"Just the sort of answer I should expect from him. Well, there's your tutor coming to teach you a, b, ab, b, a, b, bab. Cut away!"
"I say!"
"Well, what is it now?"
"I hate Frenchmen."
"A very wise and proper thing for an English boy."
"And I hate lessons."