I knew I should soon find out, for whenever Miss Laura went to a place she wanted to know what animals there were about.
We drove a little more than a mile along a country road where there were scattered houses.

Miss Laura answered questions about her family, and asked questions about Mr.Harry, who was away at college and hadn't got home.

I don't think I have said before that Mr.Harry was Mrs.Wood's son.

She was a widow with one son when she married Mr.Wood, so that Mr.Harry, though the Morrises called him cousin, was not really their cousin.
I was very glad to hear them say that he was soon coming home, for I had never forgotten that but for him I should never have known Miss Laura and gotten into my pleasant home.
By-and-by, I heard Miss Laura say: "Uncle John, have you a dog ?" "Yes, Laura," he said; "I have one to-day, but I sha'n't have one to-morrow." "Oh, uncle, what do you mean ?" she asked.
"Well, Laura," he replied, "you know animals are pretty much like people.

There are some good ones and some bad ones.