'City folk think we can always use another barn cat or dog,' ..... 'And, you know,' she said, sometimes they're right.'
'I'm not going to put the children through that again!' 'All right,' .... 'we'll keep him as long as it takes to fix him up. Then we'll find a home for him.'
'Well, when do you want me to get rid of the dog?' There was a moment of strained silence; then they broke up laughing. 'I've already named him,' she said. 'I call him King because he's become king of the farm.'
'He owns the place,' ..... 'and feels responsible for everything on it. Of course, if he'd had good sense, he'd have gone outside as soon as he smelled smoke. But he has something better than good sense.'
'What's that?'
Where did the Carlsons live?
How did they spend Christmas Eve every year?