It was like sending a dog home when you start out for a walk, he told me.
But the intellectual and moral training of young Caddles, though fragmentary, was explicit.

From the first, Vicar, mother, and all the world, combined to make it clear to him that his giant strength was not for use.

It was a misfortune that he had to make the best of.

He had to mind what was told him, do what was set him, be careful never to break anything nor hurt anything.

Particularly he must not go treading on things or jostling against things or jumping about.