I soon made up my mind that I'd run away.

I jumped out of a window one fine morning, and ran home.

I stayed there for a long time.
My mother had been run over by a cart and killed, and I wasn't sorry.

My master never bothered his head about me, and I could do as I liked.

One day when I was having a walk, and meeting a lot of dogs that I knew, a little boy came behind me, and before I could tell what he was doing, he had snatched me up, and was running off with me.