There's not one grain of possibility that you, or mother, or Mrs.Fall, or any woman here, could be any closer connected with SHAME.

Shame there is," said Laddie, "and what a word! How it stings, burns, withers, and causes heart trouble and hiding; but shame in connection with that woman, more than shame thrust upon her, which might come to any of us, at any time, shame that is her error, in the life of a woman having a face like hers, Sarah, I am ashamed of you! Your only excuse is that you haven't persisted as I have until you got to see for yourself." "I am not much on persistence in the face of a locked door, a cast-iron man with a big cane, and two raving bulldogs," said Mrs.Hood.

"Wait, young man! Just wait until he sets them on you." Laddie's head went back and how he laughed.
"Hist! A word with you, Sarah!" he said.

"'Member I have a sort of knack with animals.

I never yet have failed with one I undertook to win.