Or, it may be, he forgot all this, and only considered what lay ahead for the child.

At any rate, his tail, as he led the way, wagged at a sensibly lower angle.
"Bill can read any kind of 'andwriting," said Tilda, half to herself and half to the dog.

"What's more, and whatever's the matter, Bill 'elps." So she promised herself.

It did not strike her that 'Dolph--who in an ordinary way should have been bounding ahead and anon bounding back to gyrate on his hind legs and encourage her--preferred to trot ahead some thirty or forty yards and wait for her to overtake him; nor that, when she came up, he avoided her eyes, pretending that here a doorstep, there a grating or water-main absorbed his curiosity.

Once or twice, indeed, before trotting off again, he left these objects of interest to run around Tilda's heels and rub against her crutch.