She was telling about our race and an old dog who was lying by the fire got up and came to growl at me.
"There's your intelligent wee beastie at the window," said Mrs. Talker.
"Invite him in, please Father," said the young man, lifting himself on his elbow.
Mr. Talker threw him an affectionate glance, then he came to the front door and politely asked me to come in.
I am always sorry for young people who are not strong, and I have often been taken into their rooms to cheer them up.
Pausing in the doorway, I bowed my head to the company, then I went in, picking my steps carefully so as not to bump into chairs or tables.
Happy Harry had been in the artillery and was used to horses. He put his hand out, and I went and stood beside him.
"Fine of bone, and slender of body," he said; "some Arab in him, eh?"
"Lots," said Cassowary, "his grandfather came from Fetlar in the Shetlands."