The dogs whose names an't called, keep quiet.

Carlo!' The lucky individual whose name was called, snapped up the morsel thrown towards him, but none of the others moved a muscle.

In this manner they were fed at the discretion of their master.

Meanwhile the dog in disgrace ground hard at the organ, sometimes in quick time, sometimes in slow, but never leaving off for an instant.

When the knives and forks rattled very much, or any of his fellows got an unusually large piece of fat, he accompanied the music with a short howl, but he immediately checked it on his master looking round, and applied himself with increased diligence to the Old Hundredth..