170 Fairy Tales

until he had got a good way across the moor,
and the mountain had grown quite distinct
in the blue air. Little he knew how much
it meant to them all! And then at that
moment he began to think about Ju-Ju, for
whom he had the greatest contempt. He
was sure that if he had been a good dog,
and acted up to his duties, he might have
been of use to the poor children; and Wolf
was sorrowfully shaking his wise head over
this, and wishing he could have trained him
better, when he went round the angle of
a great boulder, and what should he see
but Master Ju-Ju, very fat, sound asleep,
and snoring in the sun! Wolf had him
awake pretty soon, and when Ju-Ju opened
his eyes and saw the great dog standing over
him, he believed his last hour was come.
Sometimes, when he was in for punishment,
he would manage to run away, so now he
made one wild dash for escape. But Wolf
meant business, and had him rolled over
in no time, giving him one or two hard
nips by way of warning; and though Ju-Ju