If there was any petting to be done...he chose to do it. Often he would sit looking at me, and then, moved by a delicate affection, come and pull at my coat and sleeve until he could touch my face with his nose, and then go away contented.
Charles Dudley WarnerThe boy who expects every morning to open into a new world finds that today is like yesterday, but he believes tomorrow will be different.
Charles Dudley WarnerThe world is full of poetry as the earth is of pay-dirt; one only needs to know how to strike it.
Charles Dudley Warner