Yes, I saw it: very fine dog, Monsieur George! But Coquelicot, he have more thinking than Monsieur George.
He very claiver, Coquelicot! Some of zem think him a witch, but I think not that.

He have minds, that was all.

But his legs so short, and that make him hate Monsieur George." "My legs are short," objected Petie, stretching out a pair of plump calves, "but that doesn't make me hate people." "Ah, but if you see a little boy what can walk over the roof of the house, you want the same to do it, _n'est-ce-pas_ ?" cried Marie.

"You try, and try, and when you cannot jump, you think that not a so nize little boy as when his legs were short.

So boy, so dog.