And maybe one of his masters--his real master, for he hadn't ought to have but one--might be needin' the right kind of watchdog around the house.

Might be in trouble her--himself, I mean; and be hopin' and prayin' for the dog to protect her--him, I should say.

And then the--" "Emeline, what are you talkin' about ?" "Oh, nothin', nothin'.

Seth, what's the use of us two settin' here at twelve o'clock at night and quarrelin' over what's past and settled?
I sha'n't do it, for one.

I don't want to quarrel with you." Seth sighed.