understanding that he was scornful of his dainty manners.
"If you had been brought up as I was, you would understand," he seemed to be saying. "I really can't help it. I am so sorry to hurt your feelings when you are so kind."
The mistress next brought him a piece of cake. He ate off the frosting and wagged his stump for more.
"I guess not," the man said; "you can't let him lick all the frosting off the cake. He may be some gentleman, but we won't stand for that. I am not fussy, but I don't want to eat the cake after him."
Pierre looked at the author with an expression of real sorrow. If they could only reach an understanding!
"See how sleek his coat is," said the
