Rover would have liked this
if his master had been kind to him, but the dog was used only to blows
and kicks.
Rover was a rough, shaggy dog, and his tail curled down under him in a
way that showed he had been ill-treated. But he had good, faithful,
brown eyes, and the drooping tail was always ready to wag at a kind
word.
The tinker's breakfast was on the table. How good it smelt! Rover looked
at it with longing eyes.
"Please give me a bit, master," said Rover. "I am so hungry!"
The tinker did not seem to hear. At last he said roughly: "Be still,
Rover!"
Rover waited patiently for a few minutes, but his master had no thought
of feeding him. At last Rover put out his long, red tongue and swept the
meat and bread into his mouth.
[Illustration: Caption: "Can't you talk?" Small child kneeling in front
of dog, while kitten looks on.]
Then the angry tinker struck the poor dog and spoke sharply to him. An
hour later Rover had run away.
ROVER'S NEW HOME
It was a hot day in summer, and Rover stopped to drink some water out of
a mud-puddle. How hungry and thirsty he was! He ran on for miles and
miles. At last he saw a cottage with smoke coming out of the chimney.
High hills were all around it, and a thick, dark wood was not far away.
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