`` And what happened to the steak ? '' asked Mrs. Doctor Dave . `` Did you lose it on the way home ? '' `` No . '' Captain Jim looked sheepish . `` Just at bedtime a poor , ornery sort of dog came along and asked for a night 's lodging . Guess he belonged to some of the fishermen ` long shore . I could n't turn the poor cur out -- he had a sore foot . So I shut him in the porch , with an old bag to lie on , and went to bed . But somehow I could n't sleep . Come to think it over , I sorter remembered that the dog looked hungry . '' `` And you got up and gave him that steak -- ALL that steak , '' said Mrs. Doctor Dave , with a kind of triumphant reproof . `` Well , there was n't anything else TO give him , '' said Captain Jim deprecatingly . `` Nothing a dog 'd care for , that is . I reckon he WAS hungry , for he made about two bites of it . I had a fine sleep the rest of the night but my dinner had to be sorter scanty -- potatoes and point , as you might say . The dog , he lit out for home this morning . I reckon HE were n't a vegetarian . '' `` The idea of starving yourself for a worthless dog ! '' sniffed Mrs. Doctor .
`` You do n't know but he may be worth a lot to somebody , '' protested Captain XXXXX .
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