"Oh, that's the dog the boys were talking about," said the woman. "Poor
creature, he's welcome to all I can do for him." She opened a closet
door, and brought out a box, and folded a piece of blanket for me to lie
on. Then she heated some milk in a saucepan, and poured it in a saucer,
and watched me while Miss Laura went upstairs to get a little bottle of
something that would make me sleep. They poured a few drops of this
medicine into the milk and offered it to me.

I lapped a little, but I could not finish it, even though Miss Laura
coaxed me very gently to do so. She dipped her finger in the milk and
held it out to me, and though I did not want it, I could not be
ungrateful enough to refuse to lick her finger as often as she offered
it to me. After the milk was gone, Mary lifted up my box, and carried me
into the washroom that was off the kitchen.

I soon fell sound asleep, and could not rouse myself through the night,
even though I both smelled and heard some one coming near me several
times. The next morning I found out that it was Miss Laura. Whenever
there was a sick animal in the house, no matter if it was only the tame
rat, she would get up two or three times in the night, to see if there
was anything she could do to make it more comfortable.





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