The Professor walked over to the window.
“Oh, nurse!” said he, “why don’t you make Bridget wash this paint off the glass?”
“She has tried to get it off,” said nurse, “but she can’t do it.”
“What loths of little thpots!” said Pip.
“What careless fellows those painters were!” said Tom.
“Who knows how to get it off?” said the Professor.
“Take a thpunge and thum thope,” said Pip.
“’T wont do,” said nurse; “Bridget has tried.”
“Oh, I know!” said Bob. “Kerosene!”
“Thath dangeruth,” said Pip, “and thmells bad, bethides.”