We set out to construct a turtle-proof pen from boards and shingles.
"I came pretty near losin' all the turtles," said Horace.
"Did they break the strings?" I asked.
"No,—only one of 'em. But Aunt said she didn't know but I'd have to put 'em all back in the pond."
"What for?"
"'Cos I took one of 'em to bed with me night 'fore last."
"Which one?"
"That big one, with the yuller spots."
"Did she mind?"