tree for a seat and another one for an easel, she was working away at a pretty
chime tower, that stood on a neighbor's land. 

Down on the grass beneath her Betsy and Doctor were lying.  Betsy was a dear,
homely red-and-white Laverack setter, and Doctor, black-and-white and better
looking, was her son.  Doctor's beautiful grandmother Tadjie was lying, alas!
under the grass instead of on it, not very far away.  It was a sad day for the
dog world when Tadjie left it, for although she was very old, she was very
beautiful up to the last with a glossy silky coat, a superbly feathered tail,
and with brown eyes so soft and entreating, they fairly made you love her,
whether you were fond of dogs or no. 

Well, Tattine was sketching away and was quite absorbed in it, but Doctor, who
was little more than a puppy, thought it very dull.  He lay with his head
between his paws, and, without moving a muscle, rolled his eyes round and
round, now gazing up at Tattine, and then at his mother, trying to be happy
though quiet.  Finally he stretched himself, got on his feet, cocked up his
ears, and came and stood in front of Betsy, and although not a sound was
heard, he said, so that Betsy perfectly understood him, "I can't stand this
any longer.  If you have any love for me do please come for a run."