He was so weak that he could scarcely eat the food that she put in his mouth, so she let him lick some milk from her finger.

As she was going to church, I could not go with her, but I ran down the lane and watched her out of sight.

When I came back, Dandy was gone.

I looked till I found him.

He had crawled into the darkest corner of the stable to die, and though he was suffering very much, he never uttered a sound.