Coquelicot, all his life he want to jump like Monsieur George, and all his life he cannot jump at all.

You say to him, 'Coquelicot, are you foolishness?
you can do feefty things and George not one of zem: you can read the letters, and find the things in the pocket, and play the ins_tru_ment, and sing the tune to make die people of laughing, yet you are not _con_tent.

Let him have in peace his legs, Monsieur George, then!' But no! and every time Monsieur George come down from the great jump, Coquelicot is ready, and bite his legs so hard what he can." Petie laughed outright.

"I think that's awful funny!" he said.

"I say, Mis' De Arthenay, I'd like to seen him bite his legs.