“He didn’t forget the cow, or the pig, or the pony, but took no notice of me, and I don’t believe I could eat now if I had a chance.”
Poor fellow! come here and lie down by me. Never mind, never mind; these men seem sometimes to have no heart for us, no matter how faithful we have been.
I am so thankful we have a master of another kind.
One of you run and bring some of that supper that was left.
We had a very nice supply this evening, and there is enough for two hungry fellows yet.
You just say no more till you have had the meat from that bone, and see if you don’t feel better. Things hurt worse when one is tired and hungry.
There, now rest a while, and I will tell you a story about a great-uncle of mine, who lived in Groton.
He was pretty well educated, and did a great many things that some of his four-footed friends would not be trusted to do, even if they knew enough.
Well, Diamond—that was his name—was pretty good-natured, but a little sensitive. Being very affectionate, it was easy for those whom he loved to hurt his feelings.
His master was a mechanic, and had to go to his shop every day. The distance was so great that he did not come home to dinner; so his wife would prepare his dinner, put it in a pail, or in a basket, as it might happen, lay in the bottom a nice bone for Diamond, and give it all to him to take to his master. That he would do as faithfully as any one.