When he heard his name he stopped licking her and lifting his head he sent forth five or six triumphant brays of happiness. Then, as though that was not enough to express his contentment, he let out five or six more, but not quite so loud.
Perrine then noticed that he was without a harness or a rope.
While she stroked him with her hand and he bent his long ears down to her, she heard a hoarse voice calling:
"What yer found, old chap? I'll be there in a minute. I'm comin', old boy."
SOMETHING WARM PASSING OVER HER FACE MADE HER OPEN HER EYES.
There was a quick step on the road, and Perrine saw what appeared to be a man dressed in a smock and wearing a leather hat and with a pipe in his mouth.
"Hi, kid, what yer doin' with my donkey?" he cried, without taking the pipe from his lip.
Then Perrine saw that it was the rag woman to whom she had sold Palikare at the Horse Market. The woman did not recognize her at first. She stared hard at her for a moment.
"Sure I've seen yer somewhere," she said at last.