The end of a log broke off and fell hissing into the hearth.
The fox terrier rose reluctantly to his feet, shook himself and stood looking at the smoking fragment in an aggrieved manner.

Satisfied that no personal harm was intended to him, however, he presently curled himself up once more.

Again the apartment seemed to become the embodiment of repose.

The clock, after a hoarse wheezing warning, struck seven.

The dog opened one eye and looked up at it.