'No thanks to that brute of yours, though.' 'Oh!' This very reproachfully.
Harry looked up and encountered her eyes again, and they shattered him, as they had done in chapel, giving him a sense of having exerted his strength to hurt something sweet and tender as a flower; and yet the girl seemed to tower above him.

Nature, in putting the fresh sympathetic soul of a child into the grand body of a Minerva, had set a problem that was too deep for Harry Hardy.
'Beg pardon,' he said, humbly; ''twas my dog started it.

Down, Cop! To heel--!' He checked himself suddenly on a 'stock term.' There were tones of his master's that Cop never dared to disobey; he went down at full length and lay panting, regarding Maori fixedly with a sidelong and malevolent eye.
Harry returned to his cradle, and Chris approached the stepping-stones and paused there.
'Did Dickie Haddon give you my message ?' she asked in a low voice.
Harry nodded.
'It's all right,' he said.
There was another pause, broken at length by Chris.
'You ought not to be angry with me.

It isn't fair.' She was thinking of the day years ago when she was carried, all tattered and torn, from the midst of that mob of sportive cattle.

She was a very little girl then, but the incident had remained fresh and vivid in her mind, and ever since Harry Hardy had been a hero in her eyes.