Susy looked as if her heart was breaking, but not a word did she speak.
"Pete Grimes did that with his hobnail, cowhide boots!" said Eddy, sternly.
"With his hammer, you _mean_," interposed Charley.
"With his _boot_, sir," persisted Eddy, with increasing eloquence.
"Didn't I see him, me and Dan Murphy?
Didn't we stand there by the coal-bin, sir?
He booted him well, Mis' Parlin.

I'll tell you where he did it; here on the left side, ma'am.

Look where the hair sticks up! Pooty well mauled--ain't he, ma'am?
Pete swore at him, too.

Never heard such talk--did you, Charley ?" "No, ma'am, I never did," replied Master Charley, addressing Mrs.
Parlin, who fancied she could detect on Wings' glossy hide the marks of a boot, though there were no traces of the wicked oaths.
"It is a most abusive thing--if it is so," said she, with much feeling; for if anything could move her gentle heart to anger, it was cruelty to animals.

"What made Mr.Grimes behave so strangely, boys?
Was the pony restless ?" "Restless?
No, indeed, ma'am," replied Eddy, the orator; "as gentle as a lamb, ma'am.