It was a good rest I had, but I woke before the twilight had come again.

I was feeling fairly comfortable, and I could think out a plan now.

I made a very good one; which was, to creep down, all the way down the back stairs, and hide behind the cellar door, and slip out and escape when the iceman came at dawn, while he was inside filling the refrigerator; then I would hide all day, and start on my journey when night came; my journey to--well, anywhere where they would not know me and betray me to the master.

I was feeling almost cheerful now; then suddenly I thought: Why, what would life be without my puppy! That was despair.

There was no plan for me; I saw that; I must say where I was; stay, and wait, and take what might come--it was not my affair; that was what life is--my mother had said it.