He can skate on roller skates, and the boy has a dog and the dog has a black ear.

May I have roller skates for my birthday, and a dog--a small one--and may I ask the boy up to play with me ?" "But the boy is ugly and so is the dog.

I hate ugly people," complained Fanny.
"I like ugly people," retorted Archibald, glowering, not from anger, but from earnestness.

"Ugly people are nicer than pretty ones, aren't they, mamma?
Pang is nicer than Fanny." He was always like that even as a baby, always on the side of the unfortunate, always fighting valiantly for the under dog.

With his large head, his grotesque spectacles, and his pouting lips, he bore a curious resemblance to a brownie, yet when one observed him closely, one saw that there was a remarkable blending of strength and sweetness in his expression.
The next day Miss Polly finished the moving, and at six o'clock Gabriella went home in the Harlem elevated train to the grim, weather-beaten apartment house on the upper West Side.