“You will thee that I can. I can talk ath it thuits me, and whoever doeth not like it can thtop up hith ears.”
“You wait and see.”
“Wait for what?”
“I shall inform the Herr Professor.”
“Give him my compliments.”
Inaddler turned the key and slowly walked away.
Inaddler, having done what was incumbent upon him, devoted himself lustily to his interrupted occupation. He dipped his brush into the tremendous pot of paste and supplied strip after strip of wall paper with the faintly fragrant liquid.
Wilhelm Rumpf sat yawning upon the seat of his prison, and assured himself in a soliloquy that he was heartily sick of the gymnasium and of the uncalled-for restrictions of school life.
Herr Samuel Heinzerling scratched his head, pushed his large round-eyed spectacles up high on his nose and shook his pedagogical head three or four times.