“You! You!” grunted Bruno Bear.
“You!” snapped Katy Crocodile, biting her word off short.
“You-u-u-u!” trumpeted Elizabeth Elephant.
“You! You! You!” chattered Mimi Monkey.
You never heard such a noise—not even at the circus—as there was when they all said this, each in his own PARTICULAR voice.
“Yes, me—I mean I,” said Tommy Tortoise in his little, thin voice.
Then he crawled slowly home, trailing one foot after the other, as some boys do on their way to school.
He found his mother knitting stockings and rocking the baby.
“Hssh!” said Mrs. Tortoise. “He’s just dropping off.”
“Mother,” said Tommy Tortoise. “How can I remember the name of that tree if I go up the river to get it?”