To him there was neither joy nor grief; if the grass grew thick and the trees leaved abundantly, that was all he desired.
It was a long walk to Williams Street, and he was tired when he entered the house.

Jove leaped upon him gladly.

Warrington held the dog's head in his hands and gazed into the brown eyes.

Here was one that loved him, wholly and without question.

You will always find some good in the man who retains the affection of his dog.