There was Tragedy, there was Victory, there was Remorse, there was Triumph.

He was sorry, he was glad.

His eyes fell upon Hamlet, who was now stretched out upon the rug, his nose between his paws, fast asleep.
Then he looked at his sisters.
"Well," he said slowly, "it's awfully nice to have a dog--anyway." Such is the true and faithful account of Hamlet's entrance into the train of the Coles..