I am sure that the poor horse lying on the grass knew her.

He lifted his head, and what a different expression he had now that his hunger had been partly satisfied.

Miss Laura stroked and patted him, then she called to her cousin, "Harry, will you look at this ?" He took the paper from her, and said: "that is a crest shining through the different strata of dust and grime, probably that of his own family.
We'll have it cleaned, and it will enable us to track the villain.

You want him punished, don't you ?" he said, with a little, sly laugh at Mist Laura.
She made a gesture in the direction of the suffering horse, and said, frankly, "Yes, I do." "Well, my dear girl," he said, "father and I are with you.

If we can hunt Barron down, we'll do it." Then he muttered to himself as she turned away, "She is a real Puritan, gentle, and sweet, and good, and yet severe.