"Where did you get that?" said Mr. Woods.
"I stole it."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Raise it."
"What for?"
"For company. I haven't any neighbors."
"But what do you want it for?"
"It is so cunning. It just rolled over in the trail at my feet, and I grabbed it and ran."
"But what if the mother-bear should come after it?" asked Gretchen.
"I would shoot her."