Then the expression changed.

She looked unhappy.

"Come here!" she cried once more in an angry and distressed tone.

I took off my hat at last, but the dog hanging out his tongue with that cheerfully imbecile expression some dogs know so well how to put on when it suits their purpose, pretended to be deaf.
She cried from the distance desperately.
"Perhaps you will take him to the cottage then.

I can't wait." "I won't be responsible for that dog," I protested getting down the bank and advancing towards her.