But if I let you go, what will you do ?" "Pick up my quills again," said Chiss in a sulky voice.
"And then shoot them at more travelers?
No; that won't do.

You must promise me to stop throwing quills at people." "I won't promise anything of the sort," declared Chiss.
"Why not ?" "Because it is my nature to throw quills, and every animal must do what Nature intends it to do.

It isn't fair for you to blame me.

If it were wrong for me to throw quills, then I wouldn't be made with quills to throw.

The proper thing for you to do is to keep out of my way." "Why, there's some sense in that argument," admitted the Shaggy Man, thoughtfully; "but people who are strangers, and don't know you are here, won't be able to keep out of your way." "Tell you what," said Scraps, who was trying to pull the quills out of her own body, "let's gather up all the quills and take them away with us; then old Chiss won't have any left to throw at people." "Ah, that's a clever idea.