When we went out they were at our heels and in the course of our wanderings through the old streets of the town the two dogs were always close at hand, or, rather, close at feet.

When I worked in the room at the hotel they lay on the floor or played near my table and made no effort to rush away to the many temptations of the warm sunshine outside.

I became much attached to them.

Such steadfast devotion from strange dogs is always flattering.
Then our ship, the _Umzumbi_, South Africa to Bombay, came into the harbor and anchored a quarter of a mile out from the custom-house dock.
We decided to go out and visit her and accordingly shut the door to prevent the two little dogs from joining us.

Before we reached the dock they were with us, however, having escaped some way or other.