"I don't care about sticks," he said.
"But it's so grand and clever to be able to fetch them out."
"Is it?" he answered.
"I know it is, for the children tell me so.
"Do they?" he said.
"I wonder you are not ashamed," I went on, a little nettled by his meekness, "never to do anything useful. I should be, if I were you."
"Ah," he said, "but you see you are not. Good night."
"He pulled her out some ten yards down the stream."
We used to spend a great deal of time by the river. The children loved to play there, and we dogs were always expected to go with them.