"I wouldn't take a thousand dollars for him if I had." "Money couldn't buy Hero!" exclaimed Lloyd.
"Now what would you do," said Kitty, who was always supposing impossible things, "if some old witch would come to you and say, 'You may have your choice?
a palace full of gold and silver and precious stones and give up Hero, or keep him and be a beggar in rags ?" "I'd be a beggah, of co'se!" cried Lloyd, warmly, throwing her arm around the dog's neck.

"Think I'd go back on anybody that had saved my life?
But I wouldn't stay a beggah," she continued.

"I'd put on the Red Cross too, and we'd go away where there was war, Hero and I, and we'd spend ou' lives takin' care of the soldiahs.

I wouldn't have to dress in rags, for I'd weah the nurse's costume, and I'd do so much good that some day, may be, somebody would send me the Gold Cross of Remembrance, as they did Clara Barton, and I'm suah that I'd rathah have that, with all it means, than all the precious stones and things that the witch could give me." "When did Hero save your life ?" asked Joe, who had not heard the story of the runaway in Geneva.
"Tell us all about it, Lloyd," asked Mrs.Walton.So Lloyd began, and the group around the fire listened with breathless attention.

And that was followed by the Major's story, and all he had told her of St.Bernard dogs, and of the Red Cross service.