I knew that Mr. Morris did not
quite like the idea of having his daughter go to the Drury's when the
master and mistress of the house were away, so I made up my mind that I
would go with her.
When she came down stairs with her little satchel on her arm, I got up
and stood beside her. "Dear, old Joe," she said, "you must not come."
I pushed myself out the door beside her after she had kissed her mother
and father and the boys. "Go back, Joe," she said, firmly.
I had to step back then, but I cried and whined, and she looked at me in
astonishment. "I will be back in the morning, Joe," she said, gently;
"don't squeal in that way," Then she shut the door and went out.
I felt dreadfully. I walked up and down the floor and ran to the window,
and howled without having to look at Ned. Mrs. Morris peered over her
glasses at me in utter surprise. "Boys," she said, "did you ever see Joe
act in that way before?"
"No, mother," they all said.
Mr. Morris was looking at me very intently. He had always taken more
notice of me than any other creature about the house, and I was very
fond of him. Now I ran up and put my paws on his knees.
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