“Be off!” cried the man.
Poor Don tucked his tail between his legs and ran out of the yard. A stone once more came bounding after him, and almost hit him.
“Well, well!” thought the runaway dog. “This is certainly a hard life! I’ve been cheated out of my dinner twice. And no one wanted those bones, either. I don’t see why I couldn’t have had them!”
Don was beginning to find out that it was not so much fun running away as he had thought it would be. And he was getting so hungry!
On and on he ran, for some distance. Pretty soon he saw another large, fine house.
“Rich people must live in there,” he thought, “but twice, now, I have been driven away from big houses. I think I’ll try a smaller one.”
So he went on and on until he came to a little house, where a poor old lady lived.
Don sniffed and smelled about, looking for a bone. But he could find none in this yard. However, the lady, looking out of her kitchen window, saw the dog, and she knew he must be hungry. Then Don saw a bit of bread lying on the ground. The lady had fed the birds that morning, and part of the bread was left.
“I’ll get that, anyhow!” thought Don, and he swallowed it very quickly.
“Poor dog! I believe you’re hungry!” said the lady, kindly.