Where is it ?" "Where I put it.

You contemptible young smuggling thief! How dare you come worrying a gentleman about a dirty old basket!" "Wasn't dirty, for mother scrubbed it out before she'd send it to you.
Where is it ?" Desperate now in his fix, and feeling that his only resource to keep Ram from searching for the basket with his lanthorn was to keep up this show of anger, Archy made a snatch at a long splinter of stone, and started up menacingly.
"Oh, that's it, is it ?" cried Ram, who stood upon his guard, but did not appear in the least bit alarmed.

"Fed you too well, have I?
Had too many oats, and you're beginning to kick up your heels and squeak and snort.

Never mind, I'll soon make you civil again.

Going to give me that basket ?" "No." "Then you shan't have this.