"If only you'll give us a bit of bread.

I haven't got any money, but I'll give you one of my baskets for it.

Oh, please, ma'am, don't turn us away!" The tears began to rain down her thin white cheeks.

She had borne all that she could bear, and she had not the strength to keep them back any longer.
Dick, who could never bear to see his little mistress crying, pushed himself forward; first he licked Huldah's hand, and then seated himself in front of her, as though to protect her from the ogress who made her cry.

Something in the ogress's face, though, told Dick that she was not a real ogress, and he looked up at her with a world of pleading in his big brown eyes, and his long tail waving coaxingly.
"Poor doggie!" exclaimed the ogress.