help him dig,
but my lame leg was no good, being stiff, you know, and you have to
have two, or it is no use. When the footman had finished and covered
little Robin up, he patted my head, and there were tears in his eyes, and
he said: "Poor little doggie, you saved HIS child!"
I have watched two whole weeks, and he doesn't come up! This last
week a fright has been stealing upon me. I think there is something
terrible about this. I do not know what it is, but the fear makes me sick,
and I cannot eat, though the servants bring me the best of food; and
they pet me so, and even come in the night, and cry, and say, "Poor
doggie--do give it up and come home; don't break our hearts!" and all
this terrifies me the more, and makes me sure something has happened.
And I am so weak; since yesterday I cannot stand on my feet anymore.
And within this hour the servants, looking toward the sun where it was
sinking out of sight and the night chill coming on, said things I could
not understand, but they carried something cold to my heart.
"Those poor creatures! They do not suspect. They will come home in
the morning, and eagerly ask for the little doggie that did the brave
deed, and who of us will be strong enough to say the truth to them: 'The
humble little friend is gone where go the beasts that perish.'"
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