Climbing is exhausting work." She stooped and picked up the two small dogs that lay on a cushion beside her.

"Isn't it, Bing?
Isn't it, Toutou?
You're happy, aren't you?
A warm fire and a cushion and some mutton-chop bones are good enough for you.

Well, we've got all these and we want more....

Mother, perhaps Jean would tell us the secret of happiness." "As if I'd ask her," said Mrs.Duff-Whalley..