as if a dozen eager pupils were clamoring for her presence. But as the door shut
behind her she felt so left out in the cold, that her eyes filled, and when Nep,
Tom's great Newfoundland, came blundering after her, she stopped and hugged his
shaggy head, saying softly, as she looked into the brown, benevolent eyes, full
of almost human sympathy: eaglersNow, go back, old dear, you must n't follow me.
Oh, Nep, it 's so hard to put love away when you want it very much and it is n't



