Don't ask him not." "All right!" I said.

"I will not." "I'd rather he laughed at me," said Jack again thoughtfully; "for I like the doctor; he's such a brave chap.

I say, Joe Carstairs, I wish I could grow into a big broad-chested brave chap with a great beard, like the doctor." "So you will some day." "Tchah!" he cried impatiently.

"Look there--there's long thin arms! There's a pair of legs! And see what a body I've got.

I ain't got no looking-glass here, but last time I looked at myself my head and face looked like a small knob on the top of a thin pump." "You let yourself alone, and don't grumble at your shape," I said sturdily, and to tell the truth rather surprising myself, for I had no idea that I was such a philosopher.