Mrs.Sherman was trembling so violently that she could scarcely stand, when they reached the hotel.

The clerk who ran out to assure them of the Little Colonel's safety was loud in his praises of the faithful St.Bernard.
Hero had known many masters.

Any one in the uniform of the army had once had authority over him.

He had been taught to obey many voices.

Many hands had fed and fondled him, but no hand had ever lain quite so tenderly on his head, as the Little Colonel's.