assembled in the courtyard in their night-gowns. How clever and careful
they must think me! And how clever and careful I thought myself! I
danced round Lily, and bounded about in all directions, till I knocked
down the sleepy stable-boy, and got into every body's way. I never was
in such glee in my life. But my master and John were quiet enough, and
they examined the gate, and the footsteps outside, and decided that
there certainly had been an attempt to break into the house, but that
the robbers had been frightened away by me.
"It has been a narrow escape for them, sir," said John; "for if they had
succeeded in getting in, the dog would have pinned them."
"Captain has done his duty well," said my master, "and no one can call
him useless any more."
"It is a good thing no one was hurt," added Lily; "but I am glad they
were frightened. Perhaps the fright will cure them."
After this adventure I was treated with great respect. By night I
watched the house, and by day I was Lily's constant companion. We were
allowed to take long rambles together, as her father knew she was safe
under my care. I learnt to carry her basket or parasol for her, and to
sit faithfully guarding them while she scrambled up banks or through
bushes, looking for flowers. I was also an excellent swimmer, and could
fetch sticks which she had thrown to the very middle of the stream. I
could not make out why she wanted the sticks, as she never took them
home with her; but we were quite of one mind about fetching them out of
the water. Often I accompanied her to the village, and lay at the
cottage-doors while she paid visits to the people inside. Then the
little children used to gather round me, and pat me, and pull my ears;
and even if they pulled a little too hard, I scorned to complain, or
hurt them in return; and when Lily came out, I was rewarded by her
praise of me as the best and gentlest dog in the world.
At other times she used to establish herself to read or work under a
tree on the lawn, while I lay at her feet, or sat upright by her side. I
was careful not to interrupt her when she was busy, but she often left
off reading to speak to me, and sometimes let me keep my front paw in
hers as we sat together. These were happy days, and I should have liked
them to last for ever. But this state of tranquillity was to be
disturbed, and I am sorry to say by my own folly.
I had insensibly imbibed a notion, or rather a feeling, that I was
Lily's only pet and favourite, and that nothing else had a right to
attract her notice. Of course I allowed her to pay proper attention to
human beings; I knew that I could not come into competition with _them_,
and therefore I never was jealous of them; but a word or a look
bestowed upon an inferior animal appeared to me an affront which proper
self-respect required me to resent.
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