Rewards for the virtuous, punishments for the vicious," and he repeated some poetry: "She was so charitable and so piteous, She would weep if that she saw a mouse Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled." Miss Laura saw that Mr.Wood and Mr.Harry were doing all that could be done for the cow and horse, so she wandered down to a hollow at the back of the house, where the Englishman had kept his pig.

Just now, he looked more like a greyhound than a pig.

His legs were so long, his nose so sharp, and hunger, instead of making him stupid like the horse and cow, had made him more lively.

I think he had probably not suffered so much as they had, or perhaps he had had a greater store of fat to nourish him.

Mr.Harry said that if he had been a girl, he would have laughed and cried at the same time when he discovered that pig.