He's always afraid some other grower may take advantage of his experiments.

So he keeps that little grove walled in.

He's never even let me go in there.

So--" A deafening salvo of barks from Bobby Burns broke in on her recital.

The collie had caught sight of Simon Cameron mincing along the lawn, and he gave rapturous and rackety chase.
Claire ran after them crying out to the dog to desist.