"Oh, he oughtn't to have that anyway," said Polly, twitching his chain. "Come away from it, Jocko, it's bad for you to have so many sweets."
But Jocko, not thinking so, chattered and scolded, wrinkling up his eyelids and showing all his teeth at her.
"Polly, the beggar will bite you," said Ben, laying a hand on the chain.
"Oh, no, he won't," said Polly. "Now, Jocko, you are not going to have all that plate of cake. Come away," for Jocko had scrabbled all he possibly could of the sweet bits into both cheeks, spreading his paws over the remainder in the dish to protect it. And Polly gave such a jerk that Jocko was twitched clear away from the tempting morsels.
"Polly, Polly," remonstrated Ben in alarm, "he surely will bite you; give me the chain."
"Oh, no, he can't," said Polly. "See, his mouth is full," which was quite true, Jocko's cheeks being puffed out to that degree that he couldn't very well use his teeth to attack with.
"Well, he will as soon as he has swallowed that mouthful, the greedy thing," said Ben. "Here, you," and Ben picked up a stick from the corner. Jocko viewed it with the air of acquaintance, as if Thomas had showed it to him before, and immediately spit out all the cake, rolled up his eyes beseechingly, and folded his paws.
"Oh, you cunning thing!" exclaimed Polly, throwing her arms around him, while Jocko seized her gown and huddled and snivelled into it, getting away from Ben as far as possible.
"Polly, how can you?" cried Ben, in disgust.
"Well, he's just as sweet as can be," said Polly. "O dear, do put down that stick, he's so afraid of it."