He tilted his chair towards the pot on the mat, and the dog meekly went, and fell to eating.
"Do you like dogs?" Connie asked him.
"No, not really. They're too tame and clinging."
He had taken off his leggings and was unlacing his heavy boots. Connie had turned from the fire. How bare the little room was! Yet over his head on the wall hung a hideous enlarged photograph of a young married couple, apparently him and a bold-faced young woman, no doubt his wife.
"Is that you?" Connie asked him.
He twisted and looked at the enlargement above his head.
"Ay! Taken just afore we was married, when I was twenty-one." He looked at it impassively.
"Do you like it?" Connie asked him.
"Like it? No! I never liked the thing. But she fixed it all up to have it done, like."
He returned to pulling off his boots.