Then Tiny answered very short,
"No, ye mayn't," which was a very favourite saying of his.
Then the Junior Subaltern trembled, and answered rather hubbly-bubbly,
"I shan't love you any more, Captain Tiny."
But Tiny just smacked the heads off Baby's flowers, and answered,
"Don't then. Duncare."
So the Junior Subaltern bowed up and down to Tiny's back, and strutted away, all puffed up like a little pouty pigeon, never to return till next day.
But when Baby looked up from gardening the flower, and saw the bristles at the back of the Junior Subaltern's head as he marched away, she ran to Tiny, and dug his ribs with the trowel, and said,
"What you been doing to my nice boy, pig?"
Then Tiny bent and gardened a weed, and grumbled,