Gus wouldn't go home to tea, he was so anxious to do something for us.

Joe brought back the bits of your poor sled, because he didn't like to leave them lying round for any one to carry off, he said, and you might like them to remember your fall by." Jack tried to laugh, but it was rather a failure, though he managed to say, cheerfully,-- "That was good of old Joe.

I wouldn't lend him 'Thunderbolt' for fear he'd hurt it.

Couldn't have smashed it up better than I did, could he?
Don't think I want any pieces to remind me of _that_ fall.

I just wish you'd seen us, mother! It must have been a splendid spill to look at, any way." "No, thank you; I'd rather not even try to imagine my precious boy going heels over head down that dreadful hill.