That pore boy was beaten in a way that his dear ma and aunts didn't know him; his fine flanning dressing-gownd was torn all to ribbings, and he got no pease in the school ever after, but was abliged to be taken to some other saminary, where, I make no doubt, he was paid off igsactly in the same way.
Do you take the halligory, my dear Barnet?
Mutayto nominy--you know what I mean.

You are the boy, and your barnetcy is the dressing-gownd.

You dress yourself out finer than other chaps and they all begin to sault and hustle you; it's human nature, Barnet.

You show weakness, think of your dear ma, mayhap, and begin to cry: it's all over with you; the whole school is at you--upper boys and under, big and little; the dirtiest little fag in the place will pipe out blaggerd names at you, and takes his pewny tug at your tail.
The only way to avoid such consperracies is to put a pair of stowt shoalders forrards, and bust through the crowd of raggymuffins.

A good bold fellow dubls his fistt, and cries, "Wha dares meddle wi' me ?" When Scott got HIS barnetcy, for instans, did any one of us cry out?
No, by the laws, he was our master; and wo betide the chap that said neigh to him! But there's barnets and barnets.