So we told him to come and see us very often.
He did not, but we do not think it was his fault.

He is chained up so much.
One day Arthur and I were walking down the road outside the Old Squire's stables, and Saxon smelt us, and we could hear him run and rattle his chain, and he gave deep, soft barks.
Arthur laughed.

He said, "Do you hear Saxon, Mary?
Now I dare say the Old Squire thinks he smells tramps and wants to bite them.

He doesn't know that Saxon smells his new sister and brother, and wishes he could go out walking with them in Mary's Meadow.".