There were so many boys, and the stable was so small, that I suppose he was afraid he would get stepped on if he went on the floor.

He stared hard at me with his little, red eyes, and never even glanced at a queer-looking, gray cat that was watching me, too, from her bed in the back of the vacant horse stall.

Out in the sunny yard, some pigeons were pecking at grain, and a spaniel lay asleep in a corner.
I had never seen anything like this before, and my wonder at it almost drove the pain away.

Mother and I always chased rats and birds, and once we killed a kitten.

While I was puzzling over it, one of the boys cried out, "Here is Laura!" "Take that rag out of the way," said Mr.Harry, kicking aside the old apron I had been wrapped in, and that was stained with my blood.