When a fellow will keep pets the way I do, he's got to expect to spend some little time looking after them.

I wouldn't want to let any of mine suffer for lack of attention." "And I wager they never do, Hugh!" declared the other, with his customary stanch faith in his chum.

"You have it fixed so that your homing pigeons can always get feed from a trough that allows only a scant ration to come down at a time, your 'lazy boy's self-feeder,' I've heard you call it.

And as for those fine Belgian hares that would take first prize at any rabbit show, they live on the fat of the land.
Right now you're cultivating a bed of lettuce for them, as well as a lot of cabbages, and such truck.

Oh! no fear of any dumb beast, or bird going hungry when it has Hugh Morgan for an owner." "Thank you for the neat compliment, Thad," said Hugh, the glow in his eyes telling how much he appreciated such honest praise.