He's crazy over my coming home." She knelt on the floor, put her arms around the dog's neck, and the delighted brute quivered with the joy of her caress and the sound of her loved voice.
"Ruthie!" cautioned the gentle lady.
"Put that cur out of doors, where animals belong," roared the old man, lifting his stick.
"Careful!" warned the grave voice of the Harvester.
"I thought you said he was gentle as a kitten!" "Grandfather, I said that," cried the Girl.
"Well wasn't it the truth ?" "You can see how he loves me.

Didn't I ever tell you that Bel made the first friendly overture I ever received in this part of the country?
He's watched me by the day, even while I slept." "Then what's all this infernal fuss about ?" "Try striking him if you want to find out," explained the Harvester gently.

"You see, Belshazzar and I are accustomed to living here alone and very quietly.

He is excited over the Girl's return, because she is his friend, and he has not forgotten her.

Then this is the first time in his life he ever heard an irritable voice from a visitor or saw a cane, and it angers him.