He began his work with eager impetuosity, whistling and singing the while, and he found time to play with and talk to Belshazzar, until that glad beast almost wagged off his tail in delight.

They breakfasted together and arranged the rooms with unusual care.
"You see," explained the Harvester to the dog, "we must walk neatly after this.

Maybe there is such a thing as fate.

Possibly your answer was right.

There might be a girl in the world for me.