A DOG OF FLANDERS. 37

eighty-three, and Antwerp was a good
league off, or more.

Patrasche watched the milk-cans
come and go that one day when he
had got well and was lying in the sun
with the wreath of marguerites round
his tawny neck.

The next morning Patrasche, be-
fore the old man had touched the cart,
arose and walked to it, and placed him-
self betwixt its handles, and testified
as plainly as dumb show could do his
desire and his ability to work in return
for the bread of charity that he had
eaten.

Jehan Daas resisted long, for the
old man was one of those who thought
it a foul shame to bind dogs to labor

for which nature never formed them.