“Nurse,” said the Professor, “what will you give me if I will show you how to take it off?”
“I’ll give you a cent,” said nurse.
“Give me a cent and I’ll do it,” said the Professor. “But I must be paid in advance.” He took the cent. “Now look, all of you,” he said; and, laying it flat on the glass, he held it with the tips of the first and second fingers, and rubbed it briskly over the pane. Off went the spots like buckwheat cakes of a cold winter-morning!
“Oh, how nithe!” said Pip.
“Any feller could do that,” said Bob.
“Yeth,” said Pip, “if they’d theen anybody do it before.”
“Why, Tom!” cried nurse, “where did you get that paint on your sleeve?”
“There! I told Fred Mason he’d get me all over paint, if he didn’t stop fooling,” said Tom.
“It’th a wewy big thpot,” said Pip.