Master Frisky stood by wagging his tail, enjoying his satisfaction keenly. When Ned had gnawed at the bone for some time, he got up and invited Frisky to take his turn at the breakfast.
Master Frisky, whose mouth had been watering while Ned was eating, chewed at the bone for a minute, and then, as Ned refused to eat more of his friend's dainty, carefully buried it, and smoothed the place off with his paws. The two friends then came and lay down on the piazza, and probably filled in the rest of their time with pleasant conversation about the happenings in Dogtown.
When it was time for them to go, Frisky was quite as cordial in taking leave of Ned as I was of the doctor; telling him in dog language to come and see him again, and many other polite things, some of which I did not understand.
Master Frisky stopped on the sidewalk, wagging his tail until they were out of sight; and when he was quite sure Ned would not see him, he trotted into the garden, dug up his bone, and buried it in a new place!
I laughed; and he came running to me with a queer expression upon his comical little face. It seemed to say, "Why, master, what are you laughing at? I thought it was too great a temptation for poor Ned to know where my nice bone was, and so I have buried it where he cannot find it."
