J.—I tied a rope to it, and led it carefully along the road, but some dogs ate it up while I was not looking.
M.—Of course they did, you foolish boy! You should have carried it on your head.
J.—That's just what Auntie Jumblewig said when she saw me start.
M.—Of course she did! and then?
J.—I went to see Cousin Peter.
M.—Cousin Peter! And what did the good man say to you?
J.—Not much; but he gave me a calf.
M.—A calf! How generous! Where is the calf then?
J.—I tried to carry it on my head, but he kicked my face, so I let him go.
M.—Serve you right! How could you be so foolish as to carry a calf on your head? You should have taken him to the cow-house and settled him in a nice warm corner, with plenty of straw.