back at the cottage, and then expressively up at his
master's face. But the master was inexorable; he went
on, and Crusoe followed, for
true
love had now taken
possession of the pup's young heart, and he preferred his
master's company to food.
Varley now began by letting the learner smell a piece
of meat, which he eagerly sought to devour, but was
prevented, to his immense disgust. Then the mitten