Then for his wickedness he was sent to prison for ten years, and I hope he will get to be a better man there, and be one after he comes out.
I was sore and stiff for a long time, and one day Mrs.Drury came over to see me.

She did not love dogs as the Morrises did.

She tried to, but she could not.
Dogs can see fun in things as well as people can, and I buried my muzzle in the hearth-rug, so that she would not see how I was curling up my lip and smiling at her.
"You--are--a--good--dog," she said, slowly.

"You are"-- then she stopped, and could not think of anything else to say to me.

I got up and stood in front of her, for a well-bred dog should not lie down when a lady speaks to him.