"The savages have made him a prisoner, and I'm going to find him and bring him back." "Ah! you've gone wandering about with that dirty black till you've quite got into his ways." "Jimmy isn't dirty," I said; "and he can't help being black any more than you can being white." "I wonder at a well-brought-up young gent like you bemeaning yourself to associate with such a low creature, Master Joseph." "Jimmy's a native gentleman, nurse," I said.
"Gentleman, indeed!" cried the old lady, "as goes about without a bit of decent clothes to his back." "So did Adam, nursey," I said laughing.
"Master Joseph, I won't sit here and listen to you if you talk like that," cried the old lady; "a-comparing that black savage to Adam! You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

It all comes of living in this horrible place.

I wish we were back at Putney." "Hang Putney!" I cried.

"Putney, indeed! where you couldn't go half a yard off a road without trespassing.

Oh, nurse, you can't understand it," I cried enthusiastically; "if you were to get up in the dark one morning and go with Jimmy--" "Me go with Jimmy!" cried the old lady with a snort.
"And get right out towards the mountain and see the sunrise, and the parrots in flocks, and the fish glancing like arrows down the silver river--" "There's just how your poor dear pa used to talk, and nearly broke your poor ma's heart." "No, he didn't; he was too fond of her," I said; "only he felt it his duty to continue his researches, the same that brought him out here, and--oh, I shall find him and bring him back." "Don't, don't, don't! there's a good boy; don't talk to me like that.
You're sixteen now, and you ought to know better." "I don't want to know any better than that, nurse.