and pampered favorite of the great lady, he had gone at one bound into a world that gave him the cold shoulder on every hand.
No one in the whole world wanted him. He did not belong to any one. Other dogs owned houses, and had masters and mistresses.
Other dogs owned teams and could run behind them. Other dogs had queer little houses that they slept in in the back yard.
Pierre had never seen a kennel in France, but he did envy these American dogs sticking their heads out of their cute little houses.
So as the day drew on to its close a great sense of loneliness and heartsickness came over Pierre. If some one would only speak to him, or whistle for him to come. He would give almost anything if he
