As it's my dog that has done it--dear me, they do look squashed now he has got up--you don't really mind about your father's vexation, because you won't have to think about yourself.

That is wise of you; if you were a little wiser still, you would picture to yourself how ridiculous I shall look apologising for Og.

Kindly kick him, Michael; he will understand.
Naughty! And as for your not having any friends, that would be exceedingly sad, if you had gone the right way to get them and failed.
But you haven't.

You haven't even gone among the people who could be your friends.

Your friends, broadly speaking, must like the same sort of things as you.