A pair of puppies came frisking out ready for a romp, and an old Maltese cat, stretched out in the sun, stood up and arched its back at his approach.

He took no notice of them, but crawling up into the hay, threw himself down in a dark corner with his face hidden in his arms.
Mars' Nat came home after awhile.

John Jay could hear Ned putting the horse into the stall, and throwing the corn into the feed-box.

Then everything was still for a long time.

The sun stole through the cracks of the barn in wide shining streaks, with little motes of dust dancing up and down in the golden light, but John Jay did not see them.