"I may have my faults, like every boy has, but being cruel to or neglectful of little creatures that are in my keeping isn't one of them.

I'd hate to think I could let a poor rabbit go hungry.

I'd get out of bed in the middle of the night, cold as it might be, and go out to my hutch, if I got an idea in my head that I'd left a window open that might allow a draught to blow in on the poor things." "Well, I don't take to pets the same as you do, Hugh, but all the same I can understand how you feel about them.

It's the right way, to, and no boy with any heart in him could be mean to helpless little animals.
I warrant you I know one fellow in Scranton who wouldn't get out of his warm bed for any pet that ever lived." "I suppose you're meaning Nick Lang," remarked Hugh.

"Well, I don't know.