Instead of begging to be let down that he might enjoy a frolic on the green grass, he remained passive in Seth’s arms, pressing his nose up to the lad’s neck now and then as if expressing sympathy. The little fellow did not so much as whine when they passed rapidly by a cool-looking, bubbling stream, even though his tongue was lolling out, red and dripping with perspiration; but Seth understood that his pet would have been much refreshed with a drink of the running water, and said, in a soothing, affectionate tone: