Do you think I'll be apt to forget the woman that's done that?
I'll love you always, but life is practically over for me.

Remember that, the next time you amuse yourself, Miss Howe!" Then, without another word, he turned on his heel and left her.
Lois drew a long breath as she heard him slam the front door behind him, and then she sat down on the rug again.

She was too angry to cry, though her hands shook with nervousness.

But under all her excitement was the sting of mortification and remorse.
Max, with that strange understanding which animals sometimes show, suddenly turned and licked her face, and then looked at her, all his love speaking in his soft brown eyes.
"Oh, Max, dear," Lois cried, flinging her arms around him, and resting her cheek on his shining head, "what a comfort you are! How much nicer dogs are than men!".