"Did you lose it on the way home ?" "No." Captain Jim looked sheepish.

"Just at bedtime a poor, ornery sort of dog came along and asked for a night's lodging.

Guess he belonged to some of the fishermen 'long shore.

I couldn't turn the poor cur out--he had a sore foot.

So I shut him in the porch, with an old bag to lie on, and went to bed.