"We've got to keep him alive, then," said the young man, good-humouredly. "Can't you give him some milk?"
She poured out a saucer full and set it before him. The partially blind dog snapped at the saucer, snapped at her fingers until he smelled them and discovered whose they were, then he finally condescended to lick out the saucer.
"And you like that thing?" said the young man, curiously.
"Like him!—I love him," said 'Tilda Jane, affectionately stroking the brown, ugly back.
"And when did he give away that leg?"
She shook her head. "It's long to tell. I guess you'd ask me to shut up afore I got through."