She was wholly unconscious that he was watching or listening.
"She really does love them," he thought, complacently.

"To see her face one would think she had found a fortune." It was another bond between them.
After awhile he took a small basket from the wall, and began to fill it with his choicest blooms.

"You shall have these to take home," he said.
"Now come into the house and get your strawberries." She followed him reluctantly, turning back several times for one more long sniff of the delicious fragrance.
She was not at all like the Colonel's ideal of what a little girl should be, as she sat in one of the high, stiff chairs, enjoying her strawberries.

Her dusty little toes wriggled around in the curls on Fritz's back, as she used him for a footstool.

Her dress was draggled and dirty, and she kept leaning over to give the dog berries and cream from the spoon she was eating with herself.
He forgot all this, however, when she began to talk to him.
"My great-aunt Sally Tylah is to our house this mawnin'," she announced, confidentially.