“The sense of the world is short, - / Long and various the report, - / To love and be beloved;/ Men and gods have not outlearned it; / And, how oft soe’er they’ve turned it, / “Tis not to be improved. “ – Ralph Waldo Emerson
The engine shrieked a warning. Porters shouted, “All aboard!” As the train shivered into action, a black cocker spaniel jumped from the baggage-car. Long ears flopping, red tongue hanging, the blue tag at his color flapping, he dashed into a trail which zigzagged up the hillside. With an exclamation of dismay a girl on the step of the Pullman jumped to the ground and gave chase. The man on the forward platform of the car behind executed a spectacular leap and followed. The conductor of the train yelled a protest.
Ignored, he flopped to the floor, dropped his head upon his outstretched paws and with a long-drawn sigh of resignation, tactfully closed his eyes.