"He'th ath pleathed ath Punth about the way we got thothe chickth on in the further run--pleathed ath Punth he ith." He bent confidentially towards her.

"Thinkth it'th that old food of hith," he said behind his hands and made a noise of suppressed laughter in his pharyngeal cavity....
Mr.Bensington was indeed a happy man that day.

He was in no mood to find fault with details of management.

The bright day certainly brought out the accumulating slovenliness of the Skinner couple more vividly than he had ever seen it before.

But his comments were of the gentlest.
The fencing of many of the runs was out of order, but he seemed to consider it quite satisfactory when Mr.Skinner explained that it was a "fokth or a dog or thomething" did it.