and dear Rover is _at rest_." Mrs.Jowett looked sadly round and found that the whole table had been listening to the recital.
Few people have not loved a dog and known the small tragedy of parting with it when its all too short day was over, and even the "lamentable comedy" of Mrs.Jowett's telling of the tale made no one smile.
Muriel leant forward, genuinely distressed.

"I'm so frightfully sorry, Mrs.Jowett; you'll miss dear old Rover dreadfully." "It's a beastly business putting away a dog," said Lewis Elliot.

"I always wish they had the same lease of life as we have.

'Threescore and ten years do sum up' ...

and it's none too long for such faithful friends." "You must get another, Mrs.Jowett," her hostess told her bracingly.
"Get a dear little toy Pekinese or one of those Japanese what-do-you-call-'ems that you can carry in your arms: they are so smart." "If you do, Janetta," her husband warned her, "you must choose between the brute and me.