How Animals Talk 



Your master is coming home." And without a 

 doubt that it would soon be needed, she went and 

 made my room ready. 



If the dog had been accustomed to spend his 

 loafing-time in the lane, one might thoughtlessly 

 account for his action by the accident or hit-or- 

 miss theory; but he was never seen to wait there 

 for any length of time except on the days when I 

 was expected. And once (unhappily the last time 

 Don ever came to meet his master) he was ob- 

 served to take up his watch within a few minutes 

 of the hour when my train left the distant town. 

 Apparently he knew when I headed homeward, 

 but there was nothing in his instinct or experience 

 to tell him how long the journey might be. So he 

 would wait patiently, loyally, knowing I was com- 

 ing, and my mother would take his dinner out to 

 him. 



In many other ways Don gave the impression, 

 if not the evidence, that he was a "mind-reader." 

 He always knew when Saturday came, or a holi- 

 day, and possibly he may have associated the 

 holiday notion with my old clothes; but how he 

 knew what luck the day had in store for him, as he 

 often seemed to know the instant I unsnapped his 

 chain in the early morning, was a matter that at 

 first greatly puzzled me. If I appeared in my old 

 clothes and set him free with the resolution that 



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