Mebbe he'll tell us what to do.

Anyway, you lead him round to the alleyway, and we'll see if we can't get him in the little ash-gate.

You don't suppose he'd try to get in the house, do you?
I shouldn't like him to come in the kitchen when I was getting supper." "O no!" said Elizabeth.

"He's very good.

Where is the back yard ?" This arrangement was finally made, and the two women stood in the kitchen door, watching Robin drink a bucketful of water and eat heartily of the various viands that Mrs.Brady set forth for him, with the exception of the excelsior, which he snuffed at in disgust.
"Now, ain't he smart ?" said Mrs.Brady, watching fearfully from the door-step, where she might retreat if the animal showed any tendency to step nearer to the kitchen.