14/17 Every little while Miss Laura blew her whistle, and called, "Malta, Malta," and I barked as loudly as I could. Mr.Morris drove for several hours, then we stopped at a house, had dinner, and then set out again. We were going through a thick wood, where there was a pretty straight road, when I saw a small, dark creature away ahead, trotting toward us. I gave a joyful bark, but she did not know me, and plunged into the wood. |