But that I cannot do.

I can only say he was the queerest-looking creature that ever pecked about a poultry-yard, and how it came to pass that Jeanne admired him so, I cannot tell you either.
"Poor Houpet!" she repeated, as she ran across the tapestry room to the uncurtained window; "I am sure he must have been very sad without me all day.

He has such a loving heart.

The others are nice too, but not half so loving.

And Grignan has no heart at all; I suppose tortoises never have; only he is very comical, which is nearly as nice.