'For all its thirst and hunger and exhaustion, this is life!' they seemed to say.

The three dogs, panting too, and watching till it should be her pleasure to begin to run again, seemed with their moist, loving eyes to echo: 'This is life!' Because of this idyll, people near were moving on.
And suddenly the thin white spaniel rose, and, like a little harried ghost, slipped on amongst the trees, and the three dogs followed her..