The dog had run away as I approached and when I picked up the lifeless body of my little friend the hills seemed to lift up their heads and fall upon me.

Of course that Wills boy had set the dog on her.

I shall write no more of that hour of trial.

Such little things make history, and it is necessary that the reader should understand me.
One June day of the next summer Uncle Peabody and I, from down in the fields, saw a fine carriage drive in at our gate.

He stopped and looked intently.
"Jerusalem four-corners!" he exclaimed.