The same dog occasionally paid visits with his master, and one lady, knowing his liking for sweets, always gave Don a piece of cake when she offered it, with wine, to her guest.
It happened, however, on a single occasion that the lady's stock of cake was almost exhausted. The piece she had was small and somewhat stale, too shabby to offer to a gentleman; so the wine was brought out alone.
Don's master took no notice of this, but Don, after looking expectant for some time, marched to the lady, placed his great paws on her knee, and cast imploring glances toward the side-board. When this failed, he went to the door and tried to open it.
He was only scolded for scratching it, and in despair of making himself understood, he took advantage of the open house door, and set off home as fast as he could go.
After he was gone, the lady expressed her surprise at Don's unusual conduct. The master smiled, and said the dog had not forgotten that she usually gave him cake, and had been trying to make her understand that when wine was brought out for the master, his share of the dainties ought also to be forth-coming.
"Oh, do, dear Grandma, get in behind, and let us drive you home."
A TOO-CONFIDING GRANDMA.