I come to you a miserable broken-hearted dog, and you put life and hope into me directly.

I declare talking with you it's like drinking sunshine.

I'll try all I know to please you." He went down the street with his old elastic tread, and muttered to himself, "There's no lock without a key." Next day he went out on the hills with Billy, and saw him tickle trout, and catch them under stones, and do many strange things, and all the time he thought of Grace Carden, and bemoaned his sad fate.

He could not command his mind, and direct it to philanthropy.

His heart would not let him, and his personal wrongs were too recent.