The lucky individual whose name was called, snapped up the morsel

thrown towards him, but none of the others moved a muscle. In this

manner they were fed at the discretion of their master. Meanwhile the

dog in disgrace ground hard at the organ, sometimes in quick time,

sometimes in slow, but never leaving off for an instant. When the

knives and forks rattled very much, or any of his fellows got an

unusually large piece of fat, he accompanied the music with a short

howl, but he immediately checked it on his master looking round, and

applied himself with increased diligence to the Old Hundredth.

The Old Curiosity Shop