Mother. Good girl.
Girl. John! you must love me; I wish to stay here, and you hear that I may stay.
Mother. Take hold of him and lead him out. You will meet the maid at the door.
THE BOOK-SHOP.
IN WORDS OF FOUR AND FIVE LETTERS.
Boy. I will have a book. I will have one with a dog in it. May I not?
Mother. Yes, you may.
Boy. Let me see, here is a goat. Do look at his face; how like it is to a goat! Here is a ball, and a lamb with wool on it, just like my lamb that I feed at home. And here is a cock. Can you crow? Crow and tell us that it is time to rise. Can you not? What a tail he has! a fine tail! No, I will not have that, for his tail will soon be off. Some part of it is come off now.
Mother. You must not pull; you do harm.