Although I have had him less than a year, he seems very much attached to me, and I have grown more fond of him than I would have believed possible.

I am an old man now, and I think he understands that he is all I have.

Good Hero! He knows he is a comfort to his old master!" At the sound of his name, uttered in a sad voice, the great dog got up and laid his head on the Major's knee, looking wistfully into his face.
"Of co'se you oughtn't to give him back!" cried the Little Colonel.

"If he were mine, I wouldn't give him up for the president, or the emperor, or the czar, or _anybody!_" "But for the soldiers, the poor wounded soldiers!" suggested the Major.
Lloyd hesitated, looking from the dog to the empty sleeve above it.
"Well," she declared, at last, "I wouldn't give him up while the country is at peace.

I'd wait till the last minute, until there was goin' to be an awful battle, and then I'd make them promise to let me have him again when the wah was ovah.