As we wrote on the slates they scratched and screached in the silence of the room
Spectacular, thanks for the amazing, incredible fun time travel, I shall never forget what it felt like.
You deserve a great big pot of gold for being such a great Victorian teacher.
When you opened your wonderful cupboard I drew the beaver. You said a book illustrator needed an apprentice and I would love the job. I showed my drawing to my headmaster back at school.
When we had to leave 1896 and go forward in time the spell was broken.
