Thou must take him in hand, Tata!" Tata laughed, considering that he had received a compliment.
"Diable! I did a neat thing yesterday.

Out on the hills, there, was a shepherd; he'd got two live geese swinging by their feet.

They were screeching--screeching--screeching!--and they looked so nice and so plump that I could smell them, as if they were stewing in a casserole, till I began to get as hungry as a gamin.

A lunge would just have cut the question at once; but the orders have got so strict about petting the natives I thought I wouldn't have any violence, if the thing would go nice and smoothly.

So I just walked behind him, and tripped him up before he knew where he was--it was a picture! He was down with his face in the sand before you could sing Tra-la-la! Then I just sat upon him; but gently--very gently; and what with the sand and the heat, and the surprise, and, in truth, perhaps, a little too, my own weight, he was half suffocated.