What frightens an animal most of all things, is not to see where it is going, not to know what is going to happen to it.

I think that they are very like human beings in this respect.
The lady had taken a seat beside Miss Laura, and as we went along, she too looked out of the window and said in a low voice: "What is so rare as a day in June, Then, if ever, come perfect days." "That is very true," said Miss Laura; "how sad that the autumn must come, and the cold winter." "No, my dear, not sad.

It is but a preparation for another summer." "Yes, I suppose it is," said Miss Laura.

Then she continued a little shyly, as her companion leaned over to stroke my cropped ears, "You seem very fond of animals." "I am, my dear.

I have four horses, two cows, a tame squirrel, three dogs, and a cat." "You should be a happy woman," said Miss Laura, with a smile.
"I think I am.