Jocko spit out a few more pins, then wrinkled up his eyebrows and grinned and chattered.
"Get the rest out, sir," said Ben, "or the switch, you know."
Fretting dismally, Jocko stuck his paw clear into his cheeks, and poked the pins out until none seemed to remain. Then he sat up quite straight, scolding frightfully.
"Where did he get the pins?" exclaimed Polly, wonderingly.
"Where did he get anything," said Ben, "you might as well ask."
"But he didn't have them when we found him," she went on.
"Oh, yes, he did; he must have," said Ben; "and he's hidden more somewhere about him now, you may depend. Get up there, Jocko!"
But Jocko, seeing no fun ahead of him if he lost that little cushion, sat still and glared, showing all his teeth at Ben.
"O mercy me!" exclaimed Jane, with her gown tucked up, busy with her mop and pail over the tub, "he'll bite you, Master Ben."
"Yes, he will," said Polly, in a terror. "Oh, Ben, do let him alone."