He looked at the strange dog lying so comfortably in his old place upon the warm carpet, and then came and gazed up eagerly into his old master's face a moment.

He came to Jonas, and wagged his tail, and then he went to the door and whined, as if he wanted to go out.
"Won't you let him out ?" said Mr.Edwards.

"We will see what he will do." Jonas opened the door, and the dog ran out into the entry, and then made the same signs to have the outer door opened.

Jonas opened it, and let him out.

Jonas stepped out himself a moment, to see what he would do, and presently returned again to the room where he had left Mr.Edwards.
"Where did he go ?" said Mr.Edwards.
"He has run to the sleigh," said Jonas, "and jumped up into it, and is lying down on the buffalo." "The dog seems to have become attached to you, Jonas," said Mr.Edwards, "and I presume that you have become somewhat attached to him." "Yes, sir, very much indeed," replied Jonas.
Mr.Edwards was silent a few minutes, appearing lost in thought.
"I hardly know what to say about this dog," he continued, at length.
"You did very right to come and let me know about him.