Waldo came a step nearer, eyeing it like a dog whose young has fallen into evil hands.
"This book," said Bonaparte, "is not a fit and proper study for a young and immature mind." Tant Sannie did not understand a word, and said: "What ?" "This book," said Bonaparte, bringing down his finger with energy on the cover, "this book is sleg, sleg, Davel, Davel!" Tant Sannie perceived from the gravity of his countenance that it was no laughing matter.

From the words "sleg" and "Davel" she understood that the book was evil, and had some connection with the prince who pulls the wires of evil over the whole earth.
"Where did you get this book ?" she asked, turning her twinkling little eyes on Waldo.

"I wish that my legs may be as thin as an Englishman's if it isn't one of your father's.

He had more sins than all the Kaffers in Kafferland, for all that he pretended to be so good all those years, and to live without a wife because he was thinking of the one that was dead! As though ten dead wives could make up for one fat one with arms and legs!" cried Tant Sannie, snorting.
"It was not my father's book," said the boy savagely.

"I got it from your loft." "My loft! my book! How dare you ?" cried Tant Sannie.
"It was Em's father's.