Now that I've found such pleasant company, I can talk and play tunes all I want to." Ojo was greatly annoyed by this unwelcome addition to their party.

At first he did not know what to say to the newcomer, but a little thought decided him not to make friends.
"We are traveling on important business," he declared, "and you'll excuse me if I say we can't be bothered." "How very impolite!" exclaimed the phonograph.
"I'm sorry; but it's true," said the boy.

"You'll have to go somewhere else." "This is very unkind treatment, I must say," whined the phonograph, in an injured tone.

"Everyone seems to hate me, and yet I was intended to amuse people." "It isn't you we hate, especially," observed the Glass Cat; "it's your dreadful music.

When I lived in the same room with you I was much annoyed by your squeaky horn.