They've been taking care of you and loving you and planning for you all these eight years, just watching you grow, and being proud of you because you're what they want you to be: husky and healthy and good all the way through.

You couldn't go off and leave them now; it wouldn't be right.

And, pard, you need them even worse than they need you.

I know,--because I had to grow up without any one to love me and look after me; and believe me, old pal, it isn't any cinch.

It's just pure luck that I didn't get killed off or go bad.
Now, I'd be good to you, if I had you with me, and so would the boys; but we couldn't take the place of Doctor Dell and Daddy Chip.
"I've talked pictures too much to you.