Here, puss, puss," she called to the gray barn cat in the yard below.

"No, she will not even look at me.
Cats are the freest creatures in the world; they will not come to you if they do not want to.

If you call your dog, he feels that he has to come to you.

Ralph, do you know I think it is the most absurd thing in the world that in a place like this we should have no dog." "I have been waiting for somebody to give me one," said Ralph, taking up a pitchfork and preparing to throw some hay into the stable below.
"That will be the nicest way of getting one," said Miriam, as she came and stood by him, and watched him thrust the hay into the yawning hole.
"We do not want a dog that people are willing to sell.

We want one that is the friend of the family, and which the owners are obliged to part with because they are going to Europe, or something of that sort.