lap, nearly upsetting her with his exuberance.
"He does seem to know his own name," the author said. "I shall have to write to Madame and tell her all about it." Although he had nearly been the death of them, a pang shot through the man's heart at the thought of losing him.
The next day he wrote the letter, and slipped it into the letter-box, wondering what strange thing it would bring about.
After the author had mailed his letter to Madame, Pierre began to mend his ways rapidly. Probably the continual dinning of manners and morals into him was having effect, for he certainly became quite a well-behaved dog, that could on occasions even accompany the author to walk without disgracing him.
Also his affection for his new friends
