I should not mind so much if Richard Dawson were not present, and of course it might be that already he had found us too dull and had gone away on his wanderings.
But this little hope of mine was destined very soon to be extinguished.
I have not said that old Dido was with me, but, since she was my constant companion this was to be expected.

She had followed me to the glade, and was lying with her head on the end of my skirt, at peace, since she was with me.

Away from me or my grandmother or Miss Champion she would whimper and shiver like a lonely old ghost in a world of living things.
Suddenly as I sat there, thinking, she crept close to me with a low growl.

I had not heard a sound except the songs of the birds and the stir of the south wind in the leaves that was like the placid flowing of waters.

I put my hand on her head and she bristled under my hand, but she was quiet.