Then the hand began to shake him back and forth with such good will that he was compelled to balance back and forth on all his four feet.
It was bliss to Jerry.

Nay, more, it was ecstasy.

For Jerry knew there was neither anger nor danger in the roughness of the shake, and that it was play of the sort that he and Michael had indulged in.

On occasion, he had so played with Biddy and lovingly mauled her about.

And, on very rare occasion, _Mister_ Haggin had lovingly mauled him about.