She lost her bear in a most disappointing way, and after she supposed that it had become wholly devoted to her.
She had taught it to "roll over" for its dinner, and it had grown to think that all the good things of this world came to bears by their willingness to roll over.

Whenever any member of the family appeared at the door, the cub would roll over like a ball, and expect to be fed, petted, and rewarded for the feat.
"I taught it that," Mrs.Woods used to say.

"I could teach it anything.

It is just as knowing as it is cunning, and lots of company for me out here in the mountains.

It thinks more of me than of its old mother.