The little six-year-old girl had asked him many questions about his mother and had stood for some moments looking up into Sarah's face.
The girl timidly felt the dress and hair of the woman and touched her wedding ring.
"Come and wash your faces and hands," Joe demanded as soon as the water came.
This they did while he poured from a dipper.
"Nice people always wash before they eat," he reminded them.
Then he showed them his bear stick, with the assurance that it had killed a hedge hog, omitting the unimportant fact that his father had wielded it.

The ferocity of hedge hogs was a subject on which he had large information.

He told how one of their party had come near getting his skin sewed on a barn door.

A hedge hog had come and asked Sambo if he would have some needles.

Sambo had never seen a hedge hog, so he said that he guessed he would.
Then the hedge hog said: "Help yourself." Sambo went to take some and just got his face full of 'em so it looked like a head o' barley.