I had been longing to give him a shaking for some time, and now I felt for his throat through his thick hair and dragged him all around the street.
Then I let him go, and he was a civil dog ever afterward.
Malta was very grateful, and licked a little place where the Spitz bit me.

I did not get scolded for the broken window.

Mary had seen from the kitchen window, and told Mrs.Morris that I had gone to help Malta.
Malta was a very wise cat.

She knew quite well that she must not harm the parrot nor the canaries, and she never tried to catch them, even though she was left alone in the room with them.
I have seen her lying in the sun, blinking sleepily, and listening with great pleasure to Dick's singing.

Miss Laura even taught her not to hunt the birds outside.
For a long time she had tried to get it into Malta's head that it was cruel to catch the little sparrows that came about the door, and just after I came, she succeeded in doing so.
Malta was so fond of Miss Laura, that whenever she caught a bird, she came and laid it at her feet.