"It'll be mighty hard, Dad, in some ways; but it'll sure be worth it all when I get out 'mong the folks.

I'm mighty thankful to you, I sure am.

And I hope you won't never be sorry you promised to help me." As the girl walked swiftly away through the thickening dusk of the evening, the shepherd watched her out of sight; then turned toward the corral for a last look at the sheep, to see that all was right for the night.

"Brave, old fellow," he said to the dog who trotted by his side; "are we going to make another mistake, do you think?
We have made so many, so many, you know." Brave looked up into the master's face, and answered with his low bark, as though to declare his confidence.

"Well, well, old dog, I hope you are right.