I don't think I should have feared it so much if I had known what it was.
"There's something the matter with Joe," said Miss Laura, when we got into the lane.

"What is it, dear old fellow ?" She put down her little hand, and I licked it, and wished so much that I could speak.
Sometimes I wish very much that I had the gift of speech, and then at other times I see how little it would profit me, and how many foolish things I should often say.

And I don't believe human beings would love animals as well, if they could speak.
When we reached the house, we got a joyful surprise.

There was a trunk standing on the veranda, and as soon as Mrs.Wood saw it, she gave a little shriek: "My dear boy!" Mr.Harry was there, sure enough, and stepped out through the open door.
He took his mother in his arms and kissed her, then he shook hands with Miss Laura and Mr.Maxwell, who seemed to be an old friend of his.

They all sat down on the veranda and talked, and I lay at Miss Laura's feet and looked at Mr.Harry.He was such a handsome young man, and had such a noble face.