How glad the animals were to see him! The gander fluttered out of his nest, the ponies pulled at their halters, the dogs whined and tried to reach his hands to lick them, and the monkeys chattered with delight.

He laughed and talked back to them in queer, soft-sounding words.

Then he took out of a bag on his arm, bones for the dogs, nuts and cakes for the monkeys, nice, juicy carrots for the ponies, some green stuff for the goats, and corn for the gander.
It was a pretty sight to see the old man feeding his pets, and it made me feel quite hungry, so I trotted home.

I had a run down town again that evening with Mr.Morris, who went to get something from a shop for his wife.

He never let his boys go to town after tea, so if there were errands to be done, he or Mrs.Morris went.