I didn't like that.

I offered to buy the dog, but the boy didn't dare sell him.

He said it belonged to his father, who'd kill him and kick up a row besides if he didn't bring Mumbles home.
So I found out where they lived and as it wasn't far away I went home with him." "Crazy Patsy!" smiled Uncle John.
"And the dinner waiting!" groaned the Major, reproachfully.
"Well, I had a time, you can believe!" continued Patsy, with animation.

"The man was a big brute, and half drunk.

He grabbed up the little doggie and threw it into a box, and then told me to go home and mind my business." "Which of course you refused to do." "Of course.