But I told Edward to have in the yard-dog, and practise him in being happy with the rest of the family pets.

Fred, the farm-boy, promised to look out for an owl.

Benjamin, the cat, could have got mice enough; but he would have eaten them before Edward had had time to teach him better, so I set a trap.

I knew a village-boy with a magpie, ready tamed.
Bernard, the yard-dog, is a lumbering old fellow, with no tricks.

We have tried.