Poor little doggie, you saved HIS child!
We had mighty good weather as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all — that night, nor the next, nor the next.
When they came it was as if the lord of the world had arrived, and had brought all the glories of its kingdoms along; and when they went they left a calm behind which was like the deep sleep which follows an orgy.
We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that the savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.
Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn't.
I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about nothing else.