"It's a lovely day," she said, "and you have some lambs already. I hope the snow won't come and kill them."
"Hope not. We're bound to lose some of them, though."
Why, he asked himself angrily, was she not afraid of him who was planning injury to her sister? She made him feel as though he could never injure any one.
"You haven't noticed my dog," she said.
"Yes—" he began. He had been noticing him for days, marching beside her against the sky. "He's a fine beast."
"Isn't he?" Her finger-tips were on Jim's head.
"You want a dog now there's no man in your house."
She laughed a little as she said, "And he feels his responsibility, don't you, Jim?"
"Come here, lad," Halkett called to him. "Come on. That's right!"
"He seems to like you."