Mr.Edwards took his hat, and followed him to the door, to see whether the dog would go willingly.
When he was upon the step, he called him.
"Ney," said he, "Ney." Ney looked up, and, in a moment afterwards, jumped out of the sleigh, and came running up to the door.
"Now," continued Mr.Edwards, "if you can call him back, while I am standing here, it is pretty good proof that you have been kind to him, and that he would like to go with you." So Jonas walked down towards the gate, looking back, and calling,-- "Franco, Franco, Franco!" The dog ran down towards him a little way, and then stopped, looked back, and, after a moment's pause, he returned a few steps towards his former master.

He seemed a little at a loss to know which to choose.
Jonas got into his sleigh.
"Franco!" said he.
Franco looked at him, then at Mr.Edwards, then at Jonas; and finally he went back to the door, and began to lick his old master's hand.
Jonas turned his horses' heads a little towards the road, and moved them on a step.
"Come, Franco," said he; "Franco, come." Franco, hearing these words, and seeing that Jonas was actually going, seemed to come to a final decision.

He leaped off the steps, and bounded down the road, through the gate, and jumped up into Jonas's sleigh.

Mr.
Edwards continued to call him, but he paid no attention to it.

He curled down before Jonas a moment, then he raised himself up a little, so as to look back towards the house; but he showed no disposition to get out again.