We had worked together here three years.

I'd have been glad if the bullets had spared him.

The horses miss him, too.
He had a kind hand with them and they liked him.

Poor Fritz! You sleep in the bed of a good man." "My eyes are so heavy that I think I'll go to bed now." "The bed is waiting for you.

It's always welcome to one who has walked all day in the cold as you have.