She did not stay long in there.

She came out and stood on the gravel.

"Joe, Joe, Beautiful Joe, where are you?
You are hiding somewhere, but I shall find you." Then she came right to the spot where I was.

"Poor doggie," she said, stooping down and patting me.

"Are you very miserable, and did you crawl away to die?
I have had dogs do that before, but I am not going to let you die, Joe." And she set her lamp on the ground, and took me in her arms.
I was very thin then, not nearly so fat as I am now, still I was quite an armful for her.