He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was.

He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.
It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings.

Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.

Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.
Today, however, they were not playing.

Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual.