It moved a fiber of trust and sympathy in Joan, an emotion as real as the
sound of music, and with the puppy held idly in her arms for a moment, she
looked curiously into Kate's face. On her own, a faint smile began in the
eyes and spread to the lips.
"Poor little puppy, munner," said Joan.
The hands of Kate trembled with desire to bring Joan closer to her, but
very wisely she merely stroked the cringing head of the dog.
"Poor little puppy," she echoed.
Chapter XXXIX. Victory
The entrance of the puppy, to liken small things to great, was the coming
of Blucher in Kate's life, for the battle turned, and all in five minutes
she had gone from defeat to victory. She sat by the fire with Joan sleeping
in her arms, and the puppy in turn in the arms of Joan. It was such a
foolish trick of chance that had given her all this, she was almost
inclined to laugh, but something of tragedy in the faces of Buck and Lee
Haines made her thoroughly serious. And she readily saw the truth for after
all a child's brain is a small affair; it holds so much and no more.
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