He continued alternately to be tossed in the air, or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope.
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