He is very fond of Christopher, and Chris is never afraid of him.
I was going out of the room, and Chris followed me into the hall, and drew my attention to his legs, which were clothed in four stockings; one pair, as he said, being drawn tidily up over his knees, the other pair turned down with some neatness in folds a little above his ankles.
"Mary," he said, "I'm contented now." "I'm very glad, Chris.

But do leave off staring at your legs.

All the blood will run into your head." "I wish things wouldn't always get into _my_ head, and nobody else's," said Chris, peevishly, as he raised it; but when he looked back at his stockings, they seemed to comfort him again.
"Mary, I've found another name for myself." "Dear Chris! I'm so glad." "It's a real one, out of the old book.

I thought of it entirely by myself." "Good Dwarf.

What is your name ?" "_Hose-in-Hose_," said Christopher, still smiling down upon his legs..