But somehow I couldn't sleep.
Come to think it over, I sorter remembered that the dog looked hungry." "And you got up and gave him that steak--ALL that steak," said Mrs.
Doctor Dave, with a kind of triumphant reproof.
"Well, there wasn't anything else TO give him," said Captain Jim deprecatingly.

"Nothing a dog'd care for, that is.

I reckon he WAS hungry, for he made about two bites of it.

I had a fine sleep the rest of the night but my dinner had to be sorter scanty--potatoes and point, as you might say.

The dog, he lit out for home this morning.