She took up a book and sat down in a low chair, and I lay down on the hearth rug beside her.
"Do you know, Joe," she said with a smile, "why you scratch with your paws when you lie down, as if to make yourself a hollow bed, and turn around a great many times before you lie down ?" Of course I did not know, so I only stared at her.

"Years and years ago," she went on, gazing down at me, "there weren't any dogs living in people's houses, as you are, Joe.

They were all wild creatures running about the woods.

They always scratched among the leaves to make a comfortable bed for themselves, and the habit has come down to you, Joe, for you are descended from them." This sounded very interesting, and I think she was going to tell me some more about my wild forefathers, but just then the rest of the family came in.
I always thought that this was the snuggest time of the day when the family all sat around the fire Mrs.Morris sewing, the boys reading or studying, and Mr.Morris with his head buried in a newspaper, and Billy and I on the floor at their feet.
This evening I was feeling very drowsy, and had almost dropped asleep, when Ned gave me a push with his foot.

He was a great tease, and he delighted in getting me to make a simpleton of myself.