He behaved as though he hadn’t heard a thing.
Lotta shook her head angrily. “Are you deaf?” “No,” said the dog, and went on licking his feet.
“You only talk when you feel like it then?”
“Yes,” said the dog, “only when I feel like it.” “What a pity,” said Lotta. The dog raised his head and looked at her. The sun was dazzling. He saw that Lotta was taking something out of a big, red, cloth bag. It was a package. A square-shaped package. It was wrapped up in brown paper. Lotta opened it.