A. And when they saw Joseph coming they said—
N. Did he ride in ze cars?
A. No, he walked. And when his brothers saw him coming—
N. I dess they fought he was a tramp. I bet you Carlo would have bited his legs if he’d been zere.
A. No, they knew who he was, but they were bad, cruel, wicked men, and they took poor Joseph, who was so good, and who loved them all so well—
N. I see a boy climbing our fence! I dess he’s goin’ to steal our apples. Let’s go sic Carlo on him.
A. Poor Joseph, who was only a boy, just a little boy, who never did any one any harm; these great rough men seized him with fierce looks and angry words, and they were going to kill the frightened, helpless little youth, who cried and begged them so piteously not to hurt him; going to kill their own little brother—
N. Nellie Taylor has a little brother Jim, an’ she says she wishes somebody would kill him when he tears off her doll’s legs an’ frows her kittens in ze cistern.
A. But Joseph’s oldest brother pitied the little boy when he cried—
N. I dess he wanted some cake; I cry when I want cake, an’ mamma dives me some.