The other, limply open, lay on the dog's head.

The dog, his wistful, eager eyes on his master's face, was motionless, too.
Minute by minute the time passed.

The sun dropped lower in the west and the shadows grew deeper under the trees.

Pollyanna sat so still she hardly seemed to breathe.

A bird alighted fearlessly within reach of her hand, and a squirrel whisked his bushy tail on a tree-branch almost under her nose--yet with his bright little eyes all the while on the motionless dog.
At last the dog pricked up his cars and whined softly; then he gave a short, sharp bark.