Howell followed him like a teasing mosquito.
"Don't bothah him, Howl," said Lloyd.

"Don't you see that he doesn't like it ?" "But he makes such a nice, soft pillow," said the boy, once more burrowing his hard little head into Hero's ribs.
"He might snap at you if you tease him too much.

I nevah saw him do it to any one, but nobody has evah teased him since he belonged to me." "Is he your dog ?" asked Howl, in surprise.
"Yes," answered Lloyd, proudly.

"He saved my life one time, and his mastah's anothah.

And that medal on his collah was one that was given by France to his mastah fo' bravery, and the Majah gave it to him because he said that Hero had twice earned the right to wear it." "Tell about it," demanded Howl, scenting a story.