The fierce house-dog, however, will be noticed as bounding through the poultry, and knocking down one luckless hen, he jumps upon his mistress, and almost oversets her also.

The 'Down Lion, down,' of the 'gintle voice,' serves only to make him more demonstrative, as he gambols roughly on her path as she proceeds towards the barn.
Mrs Prothero--such is the name of our farm-lady--had been haunted all night long by visions of the poor Irish girl.

She had not slept as soundly as the other members of her family, because there was a fellow-creature suffering within her little circle.

Although she had lived nearly fifty years in the world, and had been variously cheated and imposed upon by beggars of all kinds, her heart was still open to 'melting charity,' and liable to be again and again deceived.

As she stopped before the barn door with the key in her hand, Lion began a low growl.