It was all too hard to understand. For days I just
sat and wondered if I was really me, and how it all come about, and
why everybody was so kind. But, oh, it was so good they was, for if
they hadn't been, I'd never have got the thing I most wished after.
But, because they was kind, and not liking to deny me nothing, they
gave it me, and it was more to me than anything in the world.
It came about one day when we was out driving. We was in the cart
they calls the dog-cart, because it's the one Miss Dorothy keeps to
take Jimmy and me for an airing. Nolan was up behind, and me in my
new overcoat was sitting beside Miss Dorothy. I was admiring the
view, and thinking how good it was to have a horse pull you about so
that you needn't get yourself splashed and have to be washed, when I
hears a dog calling loud for help, and I pricks up my ears and looks
over the horse's head. And I sees something that makes me tremble
down to my toes. In the road before us three big dogs was chasing a
little, old lady-dog. She had a string to her tail, where some boys
had tied a can, and she was dirty with mud and ashes, and torn most
awful. She was too far done up to get away, and too old to help
herself, but she was making a fight for her life, snapping her old
gums savage, and dying game.
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