How light and pleasant this car was--so different from the baggage car.

What frightens an animal most of all things, is not to see where it is going, not to know what is going to happen to it.

I think that they are very like human beings in this respect.
The lady had taken a seat beside Miss Laura, and as we went along, she too looked out of the window and said in a low voice: "What is so rare as a day in June, Then, if ever, come perfect days." "That is very true," said Miss Laura; "how sad that the autumn must come, and the cold winter." "No, my dear, not sad.

It is but a preparation for another summer." "Yes, I suppose it is," said Miss Laura.

Then she continued a little shyly, as her companion leaned over to stroke my cropped ears "You seem very fond of animals." "I am, my dear.