I thought about my poor mother, and wished she was here to lick my sore ears.

Though she was so unhappy herself, she never wanted to see me suffer.

If I had not disobeyed her, I would not now be suffering so much pain.

She had told me again and again not to snap at Jenkins, for it made him worse.
In the midst of my trouble I heard a soft voice calling, "Joe! Joe!" It was Miss Laura's voice, but I felt as if there were weights on my paws, and I could not go to her.
"Joe! Joe!" she said, again.

She was going up the walk to the stable, holding up a lighted lamp in her hand.