34. 4 DOG OF FLANDERS.

grateful. Patrasche lay pondering
long with grave, tender, musing brown
eyes, watching the movements of his
friends,

Now, the old soldier, Jehan Daas,
could do nothing for his living but
limp about a little with a small cart,
with which he carried daily the milk-
cans of those happier neighbors who
owned cattle away into the town of
Antwerp. The villagers gave him
the employment a little out of charity
—more because it suited them well
to send their milk into the town by so
honest a carrier, and bide at home
themselves to look after their gar-
dens, their cows, their poultry, or their
little fields. But it was becoming
hard work for the old man. He was