"That black and white one would have gone where he wanted it in a minute; but it couldn't understand, you know; so he hit it over the nose.

Why don't he find out how they talk to one another?
Then he'd manage them much better.

He is very cruel." "He does not know any better," I said.

"Come with me and get some flowers." "Will you take me up ?" he said; "I musn't run about for fear of snakes." I took him up, and we went to gather flowers.
"Your name is Samuel Buckley, I think," said I.
"How did you know that ?" "I remember you when you were a baby," I said.

"I hope you may grow to be as good a man as your father, my lad.