He had always taken more notice of me than any other creature about the house, and I was very fond of him.

Now I ran up and put my paws on his knees.
"Mother," he said, turning to his wife, "let the dog go." "Very well," she said, in a puzzled way.

"Jack, just run over with him, and tell Mrs.Drury how he is acting, and that I will be very much obliged if she will let him stay all night with Laura." Jack sprang up, seized his cap, and raced down the front steps, across the street, through the gate, and up the gravelled walk, where the little stones were all hard and fast in the frost.
The Drurys lived in a large, white house, with trees all around it, and a garden at the back.

They were rich people and had a great deal of company.

Through the summer I had often seen carriages at the door, and ladies and gentlemen in light clothes walking over the lawn, and sometimes I smelled nice things they were having to eat.