If we had been an hour earlier the priest would have been in time to send that poor creature to heaven, but now he was gone down into the awful fires, to burn forever.

It seemed such a pity that in a world where so many people have difficulty to put in their time, one little hour could not have been spared for this poor creature who needed it so much, and to whom it would have made the difference between eternal joy and eternal pain.

It gave an appalling idea of the value of an hour, and I thought I could never waste one again without remorse and terror.

Seppi was depressed and grieved, and said it must be so much better to be a dog and not run such awful risks.
We took this one home with us and kept him for our own.

Seppi had a very good thought as we were walking along, and it cheered us up and made us feel much better.