It was because I had played with him the Sunday morning before and had been late to Sunday-school." Her voice was dry and hard; it was from Katie there came the exclamation of protest and contempt.
"No one except one who loves dogs as you do would know what it meant.
Even you can't quite know.

For Tono was all I had.

He--" Katie's arm about her tightened.
"I could have stood it for myself.

I could have stood my own lonesomeness.

But what I couldn't stand was thinking about him.