 | 1886 - 344 페이지
...I went to make a bow, I popp'd my bald head into Mrs. Frizzle's face. Mrs. If. And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When be comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him? Hard. Latin... | |
 | Henry Marcus Cottinger - 1887 - 332 페이지
...when I went to make a bow, I popped my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face. Mrx. H. And am I to blame? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good....who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him? Mr. If. Latin for him ! A cat and fiddle ! No, no, the alehouse and the stable are the only schools... | |
 | Sir Alfred Comyn Lyall - 1894 - 930 페이지
...when I went to make a bow, I popt my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face.1 Mrs. Hard. And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good....Latin may do for him ? Hard. Latin for him ! A cat and fiddle. No, no ; the alehouse and the stable are the only schools he'll ever go to. Mrs. Hard. Well,... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Rufus Edmonds Shapley - 1894 - 462 페이지
...when I went to make a bow, Ï popt my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face. Mr». Hard. And am I to blame? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be hb death. When he comes to bo a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him... | |
 | 1198 페이지
...when I went to make a bow, I popt my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face. MRS. HARD. And am I to blame? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would he conies to . -w-1 Enter TOXY, crossing the staf/e. Mi:s. HARD. Tony,where are you going, my charmer... | |
 | 1900 - 498 페이지
...went to make a bow, I popped my bald head in Mrs. Frizzle's face! MRS. HARDCASTLE. And am I to blame? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good....who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him? HARDCASTLE. Latin for him! A cat and fiddle! No, no, the ale-house and the stable are the only schools... | |
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And am I to blame ? The poor boy was always too sickly to do any good. A school would be his death. When he comes to be a little stronger, who knows what a year or two's Latin may do for him ? HARD. 
