At last he spied me, and cried out, "The top of the morning to you, Joe! You are up early.

Don't come too near the horses, good dog," as I walked in beside him; "they might think you are another Bruno, and give you a sly bite or kick.

I should have shot him long ago.

'Tis hard to make a good dog suffer for a bad one, but that's the way of the world.

Well, old fellow, what do you think of my horse stable?
Pretty fair, isn't it ?" And Mr.Wood went on talking to me as he fed and groomed his horses, till I soon found out that his chief pride was in them.
I like to have human beings talk to me.