But you're not like that; you'll get on quite well without me." "Oh, no, I shan't," said Ernest Henry, and he clung very tightly and was most affectionate.

But he suddenly put his fingers to his bump, felt the butter, and his chin shot up with self-satisfaction.
"To-morrow I'll get ever so much farther," he said.
"You'll behave, and not mind the beasts or the creatures ?" his friend said.

"You must remember that it's not the slightest use to call for me.
You're on your own.

Think of me, though.

Don't forget me altogether.