Now you wants to go back to your mar.

She's been a-frettin' arter you for years while you was being taught to read and write, so be a good boy to her.

But, I say, you couldn't ha' rid another five-and-thirty mile to-day." "No," said Nic.

"Take care of the horse." "Ay, and the dogs too.

Here, give's your paw." The dog he spoke to growled and showed its teeth.
"Ah, friends! Give him your paw," cried Nic.
The dog held out its right paw, but threw up its head and drew back its muzzle, as it looked at Nic protestingly, as much as to say, "He's only a stranger, and I don't know anything about him." "Now you," growled Samson; and the same business was gone through, with the dog whining uneasily.
"Hullo! what's the matter ?" said Samson, lifting the leg.