Boy. Wag, why do you gape when you are hot? Can you tell me why he does so?
Mother. To cool his tongue.
THE FARM-YARD.
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Boy. I do not love pigs.
Maid. A pig is not so nice as a fowl; yet we must feed the pigs. Pigs must eat as well as boys. Poor pigs want food.
Boy. Do they cry for food? I hear them cry.
Maid. They cry to me for food; in the way they can call, they call—“Pray feed me; pray feed me! do pray feed me now!”
Boy. What do you give them?