"Poor little doggie, does he want a pat ?" He fairly crouched to the sidewalk in his thankfulness for the pat, his tail and eyes saying all they could.
Then she saw that he was following her.

"Don't come with me, doggie," she said; "please don't.

You must go home.

You'll get lost." But in her heart Katie knew he would not get lost, for to be so unfortunate as to be lost presupposed being so fortunate as to have a home.

And she knew that he was of the homeless.