I did not tell you what happened to me when I was in the city, Neddy.
No, Neddy, I did not punish the child, replied the former gravely.
I am no conceited body; no newspaper Neddy; no pothouse witty person.
For Neddy soon began to follow his friend about, and to imitate everything that he did.
Neddy always walked behind the other, and did not bray till he began.