These were mostly young, and not competent to see his deficiencies, but Bernard was old enough and well enough educated to perceive and comment on them. This greatly annoyed Mr. Snowdon, who felt that the boy did not treat him with proper respect.
“Quit your impudence!” said Snowdon with a vicious look in his greenish hued eyes. “I don’t need no criticisms from a whipper snapper like you.”
“I intended it for your benefit, Mr. Snowdon,” said Bernard demurely. “Besides, you criticise me. You called me a bad lot.”
“And so you are. A wuss—a worse boy I never seen.”
“Saw would be more correct, Mr. Snowdon.”
“Young man, you’d better look out. I won’t submit to your aggravating impudence. Besides, you are ignorant of the fact that Chaucer and Spenser use seen for saw. Them are my favorite poets, so it is not strange that I should occasionally make use of their diction.”
“Thank you for the information, Mr. Snowdon. I did not know that you had such high authority. I have read a little of Chaucer and Spenser, and I never observed the word you mention.”
“Perhaps you have not read the same works as I,” said Mr. Snowdon.
“Very likely,” remarked Bernard, struggling to suppress a smile.
“It might be well another time to be sure of your ground before you try to criticise your elders.”