I never find any one I can talk to.

Women bore me, and men, I talk so to--'Going to the ball this evening?
Nice little dog that of yours.

Pretty little ears.

So fond of pointer pups!' And they think me fascinating, charming! Men are like the earth, and we are the moon; we turn always one side to them, and they think there is no other, because they don't see it--but there is." They had reached the house now.
"Tell me when you set to work," she said, and walked toward the door.
Waldo stood to look after her, and Doss stood at his side, a look of painful uncertainty depicted on his small countenance, and one little foot poised in the air.

Should he stay with his master or go?
He looked at the figure with the wide straw hat moving toward the house, and he looked up at his master; then he put down the little paw and went.