A large mongrel dog, which looked as if he had some blood of the grey southern sheep dog in him rose from before the stove and greeted the in-comer silently.
The dog had blue eyes, and he held up his face wistfully, as if he knew something was the matter.

The old woman complained of cold.

It was plain that she did not remember anything concerning death or tears.
There was one other door in the side of the room which led to the only inner chamber.

The girl went into this chamber, and the heed she gave to the dog's sympathy was to hold the door and let him follow her.

Then she bolted it.