[Dr. Drib]

That morning, when The Holiday Boys awoke from uneasy dreams they lay on their hard, as it were, very sore backs, due possibly to the fact that the Boys had fallen asleep in bed with their English books and, in the process of that uneasy night of dreams combined with numerous tossings and turnings, the books had somehow become lodged underneath them and now, upon awakening they both yawned enormously and dreaded the coming day in school with Mr. Smeller’s English class where they knew they would have to take the DREADED ENGLISH TEST on grammar, with Dick particularly confused about pronouns, thinking that a pronoun was a noun that was no longer an amateur – but that didn’t make any sense, because what did money have to do with a noun when it turned Pro, unless it was somehow owned by the owner of the word – is that what Mr. Smeller meant about copyrights and other such impenetrable ideas?-;while Sam, on the other hand, found particular difficulty with Proper Nouns, confused about when a noun was proper if that meant something like what his mother said the day she told him to get his “Proper Royal Ass inside the house this instant!”