Good-bye; ta-ta," he added.
"You're a great genius, a born genius, my dear boy, there's no doubt about it." He mounted the grey mare and rode off.

The dog watched his retreat with cynical satisfaction; but his master lay on the ground with his head on his arms in the sand, and the little wheels and chips of wood lay on the ground around him.

The dog jumped on to his back and snapped at the black curls, till, finding that no notice was taken, he walked off to play with a black beetle.

The beetle was hard at work trying to roll home a great ball of dung it had been collecting all the morning: but Doss broke the ball, and ate the beetle's hind legs, and then bit off its head.

And it was all play, and no one could tell what it had lived and worked for.