Tut, tut, don't tell me.

You know you spell out the words when you read the newspaper still, and what would your bills look like if I did not write them in my nice little hand?
I tell you that boy is a genius.

I tell you that one day the world will hear of him.

His heart is made of pure gold.
You think that all the wit belongs to the big people.

Look at me, you great tall man! Am I not a hundred times cleverer than you are?
Yes, and John James is worth a thousand such insignificant little chits as I am; and he is as tall as me too, sir.