I declare I wish that dog had never been born! Losing him has just spoilt Ben.

Not a bit of fun left in him, and he won't have any thing I offer to cheer him up." Thorny spoke impatiently, and knit his brows over the pressed flowers he was neatly gumming into his herbal.
"I wonder if he has any thing on his mind?
He acts as if he was hiding a trouble he didn't dare to tell.

Have you talked with him about it ?" asked Miss Celia, looking as if she was hiding a trouble she did not like to tell.
"Oh, yes, I poke him up now and then, but he gets peppery, so I let him alone.

May be he is longing for his old circus again.

Shouldn't blame him much if he was; it isn't very lively here, and he's used to excitement, you know." "I hope it isn't that.