It seems so cruel to leave him.

And yet--" "Oh the maids will take good care of him!" consoled the Master.

"They spoil him, whenever they get a chance.

And we'll be back before five o'clock.

We can't be forever looking out for his crotchety feelings." "We won't be 'forever' doing that," prophesied the Mistress, unhappily.
Left alone the old dog paced slowly back to his cave.