With every one else she held but lame intercourse, but her Dog David and she withheld no passing thought from each other.

They could often be heard by unmattering landladies and passers-by exchanging views in the strong Suffolk accent that was a sort of standing joke between them.

I believe that Sarah Brown had loved the Dog David so much that she had given him a soul.

Certainly other dogs did not care for him.

David said that they had found out that his second name was Blessing, and that they laughed at him for it.