Years had elapsed, and Tripping Ben had become Bonaparte; but the old gift was in him still.

He came close to the pigsty.

All the defunct memories of his boyhood returned on him in a flood, as, with an adroit movement, he inserted his leg between Waldo and the wall and sent him over into the pigsty.
The little pigs were startled at the strange intruder, and ran behind their mother, who sniffed at him.

Tant Sannie smote her hands together and laughed; but Bonaparte was far from joining her.

Lost in reverie, he gazed at the distant horizon.
The sudden reversal of head and feet had thrown out the volume that Waldo carried in his breast.