However, I knew what he had started to say and sat down on the steps in great dejection.

Shep followed, working at my coat with his tongue.
I think that the sight of me must have touched the heart of Aunt Deel.
"Peabody Baynes, we mustn't be cruel," said she in a softer tone, and then she brought a rag and began to assist Shep in the process of cleaning my coat.

"Good land! He's got to stay here--ayes!--he ain't got no other place to go to." "But if you can't stan' it," said Uncle Peabody.
"I've got to stan' it--ayes!--I can't stan' it, but I've got to--ayes! So have you." Aunt Deel put me to bed although it was only five o'clock.

As I lay looking up at the shingles a singular resolution came to me.

It was born of my longing for the companionship of my kind and of my resentment.