This is the only one left.
Mr.Robinson says his man doesn't understand raising pups without their mothers, and as he is going away, he wants us to have it, for we always had such luck in nursing sick animals." Mr.Robinson I knew was a friend of the Morrises, and a gentleman who was fond of fancy stock, and imported a great deal of it from England.
If this puppy came from him, it was sure to be good one.
Miss Laura took the tiny creature, and went upstairs very thoughtfully.
I followed her, and watched her get a little basket and line it with cotton wool.

She put the puppy in it and looked at him.

Though it was midsummer, and the house seemed very warm to me, the little creature was shivering, and making a low murmuring noise.

She pulled the wool all over him and put the window down, and set his basket in the sun, Then she went to the kitchen and got some warm milk.

She dipped her finger in it, and offered it to the puppy, but he went nosing about it in a stupid way, and wouldn't touch it "Too young," Miss Laura said.