Hourly she was proving that.
"Come this way a few steps," he said.

"Betsy is here." The Girl laid her face against the nose of the faithful old animal, and stroked her head and neck.

Then she held her skirts and the Harvester helped her into the wagon.

She took the seat, and the dog went wild with joy.
"Come on, Bel," she softly commanded.
The dog hesitated, and looked at the Harvester for permission.
"You may come here and put your head on my knee," said the Girl.
"Belshazzar, you lucky dog, you are privileged to sit there and lay your head on the lady's lap," said the Harvester, and the dog quivered with joy.
Then the man picked up the lines, gave a backward glance to the bed of the wagon, high piled with large bundles, and turned Betsy toward Medicine Woods.

Through the crowded streets and toward the country they drove, when a big red car passed, a man called to them, then reversed and slowly began backing beside the wagon.