He didn't know the names of 'em, anyhow, as you do, and at last he got really almost angry and said I made him feel so 'buggy' and 'creepy' that he wouldn't dare look at himself in the glass if I kept on, for fear some one he'd never known was there should jump out at him." Mr.Jack chuckled.
"Well, I suspect, David, that Perry knew one of your gentlemen by the name of 'conscience,' perhaps; and I also suspect that maybe conscience does pretty nearly fill the bill, and that you've been having a bout with that.

Eh?
Now, what is the trouble?
Tell me about it." David stirred uneasily.

Instead of answering, he asked another question.
"Mr.Jack, it is a beautiful world, isn't it ?" For a moment there was no, answer; then a low voice replied:-- "Your father said it was, David." Again David moved restlessly.
"Yes; but father was on the mountain.

And down here--well, down here there are lots of things that I don't believe he knew about." "What, for instance ?" "Why, lots of things--too many to tell.

Of course there are things like catching fish, and killing birds and squirrels and other things to eat, and plaguing cats and dogs.