"How must we treat the eyes if we want to keep them nice and strong, Charles?"
"Not pick no holes in 'em wid no hat-pin!" announced Charles.
"Hands down!" ordered Miss North.
Hands down, indeed!
"Hezzy Cones, did you hear what I said?"
"Yath'm! Not pick no holthe in 'em wid no hair-pin!" shouted Hezzy, not to be walked over so easily, and jubilant at this slight variation.
The new pupil had waked up, too.
"Not pick no holes in 'em wid no knittin'-needle!" he sang loudly, in a perfect burst of inspiration.
This was a stroke of genius, and they all looked around on the new-comer admiringly, and looked a little doubtful, for a moment, as to whether anything more could be said on the subject.
Ezekiel fairly radiated at his friend's success.