By this time, my little Master Thomas had learned how to write and had written over a number of copybooks.

此时，我的小主人托马斯已经学会如何字，几字帖。

He thrust the copybook into the table drawer and went back to bed.

他把字帖塞进桌子的屉里， 然后回到床上。

Either take a class or buy a copybook.

要么上课, 要么买一书。

During this time, my copybook was the board fence, brick wall, and the pavement; my pen and ink was a lump of chalk.

那时候，木栅栏、砖墙、路面就是我的，粉笔就是我的钢笔和墨水。

" I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks, and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end, " he said dolefully.

“我一直在翻新的叶子，破坏它们，就像我过去破坏我的一样，我做很多开始，永远不会结束，”他悲伤地说。