"There isn't any trimming in this," Elizabeth said, hastily, "but there are lots of pockets, and see, in this pocket there is a little cake of lovely smelling soap, and I'm going to give it to you. You can wash your face and hands with it."
"She ain't a very good one to give soap to," Moses said. "Water makes her nervous."
"I'll give you all a piece of soap if you'll promise to use it every day—the big bear and the middle-sized bear, and the baby bear."
"I ain't going to be no bear," Moses said, "I was a bear in a canatartar. Zibe Hunt—he had me on a string, and he sang a song."
"What kind of a song?"
"I am an animal trainer, This is my polar bear. He comes from the far-distant mountains, Out of his icy lair."
Mabel obliged, "And then he done some tricks," she added, "and Zibe hit him; and Parper licked him."
"Why should your father lick him?"
"For what he done to Zibe after the canatartar. He don't like to play bears now."
"I see a dancing bear," Madget said. "Didn't I, Mose?"