Several times before we came to the house-boat in which he and another man lived, he felt in his pocket to make sure that I was still there.

At the house-boat he put me in a tumbler of water out of sight of his friend, and frequently he stole to the spot like a thief to look at me.

Early next morning he put me in his buttonhole, calling me sweet names.

When his friend saw me, he too whistled, but not in the same way.

Then my owner glared at him.