'We can't help; we can't help,' he said.

'It's a good ugly sort of old cocoanut, and I'm fond of it.
There's the scar of the wipe he got when he was cut over in the square.' 'Shouldn't wonder if that has made him a trifle mad.' 'I should.

He's a most businesslike madman.' Then Dick began to snore furiously.
'Oh, here, no affection can stand this sort of thing.

Wake up, Dick, and go and sleep somewhere else, if you intend to make a noise about it.' 'When a cat has been out on the tiles all night,' said the Nilghai, in his beard, 'I notice that she usually sleeps all day.

This is natural history.' Dick staggered away rubbing his eyes and yawning.