“Ha! I know I’m hungry,” said Don to himself, for of course he could not speak to the lady in her language.
“I’ll give you a bone,” she said, and she threw something out of the window at Don. At first the runaway dog thought it was another stone, but as soon as he smelled the bone he knew better.
“But I’m not going to run any chances,” Don thought. So, with a bark of thanks to the kind lady, Don caught the bone in his teeth, and out he ran with it into the street. And no sooner had he gotten there, than another dog, bigger than Don, saw him.
“Hold on!” cried the other dog. “Give me that bone! It’s mine!”
“I beg your pardon,” spoke Don, politely, for he had been brought up that way, “but this is my bone—a lady gave it to me.”
“No it isn’t! It’s mine!” growled the other dog, and he began to run after Don. But Don was not going to lose the bone the kind lady had given him, so away he ran as fast as he could go, with the other dog following after, like Jack and Jill falling down hill, you know.
“Stop! Stop! Give me that bone!” cried the bad dog.
“No! No!” answered Don.
Though the other dog was larger and stronger than Don, he could not run as fast, and Don was soon out of sight around the corner, trotting as fast as he could go, with the bone in his mouth.