'Let 'em live normal,' I argued.

'Look at Kent, for instance,' I told him.

'He's been eating like a bear for a week, and he can turn somersaults this minute!' That topped him over, Kent.

I knew it would be a bit of a surprise for him, that I should do what Cardigan couldn't do.

He walked back and forth, black as a hat--thinking of Cardigan, I suppose.