On arriving at the house, a waggon was standing at the door, piled up to
a great height with chests and packages; and on the top of all was
perched an ugly cur, barking as if he considered himself the master of
everything. I was willing to make a civil acquaintance with him, but the
little mongrel had the audacity to bark at _me_,--me in my own
dominions! I did not think he was worth touching, besides which, I could
not get at him; but I growled fiercely; and his master, who was loading
the waggon, desired me to "get out of the way."
Thus rejected on all sides, I betook myself to the court, and rolled
myself round in the straw of my own kennel, where nobody could affront
me. There I remained till I heard Lily's sweet voice at a distance
calling, "Captain, Captain!" I bounded forth once more at the sound, and
met my pretty mistress in her walking dress, with the basket in her hand
which I had so often carried. But she did not invite me to accompany
her. "Poor Captain," said she, "I am come to bid you good bye. I am
afraid you will miss us sadly; but I hope they will take good care of
you. Good bye, best of dogs."
"Come, Lily, make haste," I heard my master call from the gate, and Lily
and I ran towards him. He was standing by a carriage, with the door
open and the steps let down. The gardener and his wife were near; he
with his hat in his hand, and she wiping her eyes with the corner of her
apron. Lily jumped into the carriage, her papa followed her; the
gardener wished them a pleasant journey, "and a happy return," added his
wife, and they drove off, Lily keeping her head at the window, and
kissing her hand to us till she was out of sight.
At first I had no idea that they were not coming back. Though I heard
the gardener say that they were "gone for good," it did not occur to me
that that meant harm to us. They often went out for a day and returned
in the evening; so at the usual time I expected their ring at the bell,
and went to the gate to meet them. But no bell rang; no carriage drove
up; no sound of horses' hoofs was to be heard in the distance, though I
listened till the gardener came to lock up for the night, and ordered me
to the court, where it was my business to keep guard.
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