As these humans did not seem to catch the idea his eyes and expression conveyed, he trotted a few steps toward the tool-house and then paused to look invitingly back at them.
Twice he did this.

Then, coming up to the Master, he caught the latter's coat-hem lightly between his teeth and tugged on it as he backed toward the tool-house.
"No, old friend," said the Master, petting the silken head so appealingly upraised to him.

"I know what you're getting at.

But I can't let her out.

Tomorrow morning.