Sometimes I wish we'd never brought him home." "If we hadn't--where would the baby--have gone ?" Joan reminded him, a little catch in her voice.
"I had almost forgotten that," said her husband.

"Kazan, you old devil, I guess I love you, too." He laid his hand caressingly on Kazan's head.
"Wonder how he'll take to life down there ?" he asked.

"He has always been used to the forests.

It'll seem mighty strange." "And so--have I--always been used to the forests," whispered Joan.

"I guess that's why I love Kazan--next to you and the baby.