He had had a hard time since reaching England, for the laws regarding the quarantining of dogs are strict, and it had taken many shillings on Mr.Sherman's part and some tears on the Little Colonel's to procure him the privileges he had.
"The whole party will be glad when he is safely landed in Kentucky, I am sure," said Mrs.Sherman, as the door closed after them.

"I'd never consent to take another dog on such a journey, after all the trouble and expense this one has been.

Lloyd is so devoted to him that she is heartbroken if he has to be tied up or made uncomfortable in any way.
She'll probably come up-stairs in tears to-night because he wants to follow her, and must be kept a prisoner." While they waited for her return, Mrs.Sherman drew Eugenia into her room for a last confidential talk, and Betty, nestling beside Cousin Carl on the sofa, tried to thank him for all his fatherly kindness to her on their long pilgrimage together.

But he would not let her put her gratitude in words.

His answer was the same that it had been that last night of the house party, when, looking down the locust avenue gleaming with its myriad of lights, like some road to the City of the Shining Ones, she had cried out: "Oh, _why_ is everybody so good to me ?" The others came in presently, and the evening seemed to be on wings, it flew so swiftly, as they planned for another summer to be spent at Locust, when Eugenia should come home from her year in the Paris school.