This morning Mrs.M'Cosh caught a mouse alive in a trap, and Jock, while dressing, heard her say she would drown it.

Down he went, like an avalanche in pyjamas, drove Mrs.M'Cosh into the scullery, and let the mouse away in the garden.

He would fight any number of boys of any size for an ill-treated animal.

In fact, all his tenderness is given to dumb animals.

He has no real liking for mortals.