Their names are Castor and Pollux." "I'd like Toby the donkey best, if I could have anything, it's so nice to ride, and he's so little and good," said Nat, remembering the weary tramps he had taken on his own tired feet.
"Mr.Laurie sent him out to Mrs.Bhaer, so she shouldn't carry Teddy on her back when we go to walk.

We're all fond of Toby, and he's a first-rate donkey, sir.

Those pigeons belong to the whole lot of us, we each have our pet one, and go shares in all the little ones as they come along.

Squabs are great fun; there ain't any now, but you can go up and take a look at the old fellows, while I see if Cockletop and Granny have laid any eggs." Nat climbed up a ladder, put his head through a trap door and took a long look at the pretty doves billing and cooing in their spacious loft.
Some on their nests, some bustling in and out, and some sitting at their doors, while many went flying from the sunny housetop to the straw-strewn farmyard, where six sleek cows were placidly ruminating.
"Everybody has got something but me.

I wish I had a dove, or a hen, or even a turtle, all my own," thought Nat, feeling very poor as he saw the interesting treasures of the other boys.