Talbot Baines Reed,
My Friend Smith: A Story of School and City Life
“ Doubleday ordered me to my desk instantly.“Get on with your work, do you hear? and don’t stand grinning there!”“What had I better do?” I inquired, mildly.“Do?” said Mr Doubleday, proceeding to take up his pen and settle himself to work; “I’ll let you know what to— Look here. Crow,” he broke off, in a rage, pointing to one of the ink puddles which that hero had made, “here’s the same beastly mess again! Every Monday it’s the same—ink all over the place! Why on earth don’t you keep your messes to yourself?” ”
