Jim and I never worried 'his' cat.

I had been longing to give him a shaking for some time, and now I felt for his throat through his thick hair, and dragged him all around the street.

Then I let him go, and he was a civil dog ever afterward.
Malta was very grateful, and licked a little place where the Spitz bit me.

I did not get scolded for the broken window.

Mary had seen me from the kitchen window, and told Mrs.Morris that I had gone to help Malta.
Malta was a very wise cat.