She had been to Naples , and could understand his longing for the lovely city of his birth , so they had a little chat in the language which is all Music , and the good fellow was so grateful that he played for the children to dance till they were glad to stop , lingering afterward as if he hated to set out again upon his lonely , dusty walk . `` I 'd rather like to tramp round with him for a week or so . Could make enough to live on as easy as not , if I only I had Sanch to show off , '' said Ben , as he was coaxing Jacko into the suit which he detested . `` You go wid me , yes ? '' asked the man , nodding and smiling , well pleased at the prospect of company , for his quick eye and what the boys let fall in their talk showed him that Ben was not one of them . `` If I had my dog I 'd love to , '' and with sad eagerness Ben told the tale of his loss , for the thought of it was never long out of his mind . `` I tink I see droll dog like he , way off in New York . He do leetle trick wid letter , and dance , and go on he head , and many tings to make laugh , '' said the man , when he had listened to a list of Sanch 's beauties and accomplishments . `` Who had him ? '' asked Thorny , full of interest at once . `` A man I not know . Cross fellow what beat him when he do letters bad . '' `` Did he spell his name ? '' cried Ben , breathlessly . `` No ; that for why man beat him . He name Generale , and he go spell Sancho all times , and cry when whip fall on him . Ha ! yes ! that name true one ; not Generale ? '' and the man nodded , waved his hands , and showed his teeth , almost as much excited as the boys .
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