Now go ahead, like a good chap; I'll hold your bonnet." "Eh?
What bonnet ?" The little man stared perplexedly.
"I meant I'd help," answered Neil unabashed.
"Help! Huh! Lot's of help, you'd be to any one! Well, let's see it." He knelt and inspected the tricycle, grumbling all the while and shaking his head angrily.

"Who said it was broke ?" he demanded presently.

"Queer kind of break; looks like you'd pried the link apart with a cold-chisel." "Well, I didn't; nor with a hot chisel.

Besides, I've just told you it didn't belong to me.

Do I look like a cripple ?" "More like a fool," answered the other with a chuckle.
"You're a naughty old man," said Neil sorrowfully, "and if you were my father I'd spank you." The other was too angry to find words, and contented himself with bending back the damaged link and emitting a series of choking sounds which Neil rightly judged to be expressions of displeasure.