I used to ask her why she followed such a brute of a man, and she would hang her head, and say that sometimes she got a bone from the different houses they stopped at.

But that was not the whole reason.

She liked Jenkins so much, that she wanted to be with him.
I had not her sweet and patient disposition, and I would not go with her.

I watched her out of sight, and then ran up to the house to see if Mrs.Jenkins had any scraps for me.

I nearly always got something, for she pitied me, and often gave me a kind word or look with the bits of food that she threw to me.
When Jenkins come home, I often coaxed mother to run about and see some of the neighbors' dogs with me.