Then comes the spelling lesson. “Come, boys, stand up to the spelling lesson.”
“Mickey,” says one urchin, “show me your book, till I look at my word. I'm fifteenth.”
“Wait till I see my own.”
“Why do you crush for?”
“That's my place.”
“No, it's not.”
“Sir, spake to————-I'll tell the masther.”
“What's the matther there?”
“Sir, he won't let me into my place.”
“I'm before you.”