Clay's dog put up his brown nose for a little attention, and got it.

He retired under the table with an apologetic yelp, which did not affect the iceberg.
Judge Hawkins had written and asked Clay to return home and consult with him upon family affairs.

He arrived the evening after this conversation, and the whole household gave him a rapturous welcome.

He brought sadly needed help with him, consisting of the savings of a year and a half of work--nearly two hundred dollars in money.
It was a ray of sunshine which (to this easy household) was the earnest of a clearing sky.
Bright and early in the morning the family were astir, and all were busy preparing Washington for his journey--at least all but Washington himself, who sat apart, steeped in a reverie.

When the time for his departure came, it was easy to see how fondly all loved him and how hard it was to let him go, notwithstanding they had often seen him go before, in his St.Louis schooling days.