" And she set her lamp on the ground, and took me in her arms.
I was very thin then, not nearly so fat as I am now, still I was quite
an armful for her. But she did not seem to find me heavy. She took me
right into the house, through the back door, and down a long flight of
steps, across a hall, and into a snug kitchen.
"For the land sakes, Miss Laura," said a woman who was bending over a
stove, "what have you got there?"
"A poor sick dog, Mary," said Miss Laura, seating herself on a chair.
"Will you please warm a little milk for him? And have you a box or a
basket down here that he can lie in?"
"I guess so," said the woman; "but he's awful dirty; you're not going to
let him sleep in the house, are you?"
"Only for to-night. He is very ill. A dreadful thing happened to him,
Mary." And Miss Laura went on to tell her how my ears had been cut off.
"Oh, that's the dog the boys were talking about," said the woman. "Poor
creature, he's welcome to all I can do for him." She opened a closet
door, and brought out a box, and folded a piece of blanket for me to lie
on. Then she heated some milk in a saucepan, and poured it in a saucer,
and watched me while Miss Laura went upstairs to get a little bottle of
something that would make me sleep.
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