Father won't sell him, because, he says, he's an old friend.

He has always been my enemy." "You always whacked him so," cried Tom.
"No, I didn't; I never touched him till he began it.

Of course I wanted to ride him and make him pull the sled, and you know how he ran after me and bit me on the back." "Yes, I know that somebody must have ill-used him first." "I tell you they didn't.

He's always been petted and spoiled.

Why, that day when he kicked me and sent me flying into the straw I'd gone to give him some carrots." "But didn't you tickle him or something ?" "No, I tell you.