Hunter's Marjory

Marjory was lying under a tree in the wood beyond her uncle's garden; her head was hidden in the long soft coat of a black retriever and she was crying-sobbing bitterly as if her heart would break and as if nothing could ever comfort her again. O Silky she moaned if you only knew you would be so sorry for me. The faithful dog knew that something very serious was the matter with his young mistress but he could only lick her hands and wag his tail as well as he was able with her weight upon his body. A fresh burst of grief shook the girl; and Silky puzzled by this unusual behaviour on Marjory's part began to make little low whines himself. Suddenly the whines were changed to growls the dog shook himself free from the girl's clasping arms and stood erect staring into the wood beyond.