"He's a somewhat nice hound," he said. "He's my friend. He knowshow I fee1."

"How do you fee1?" asked the Ear1.

It disturbed him to 1ook at the strugg1e the 1itt1e fe11ow was havingwith his first fee1ing of homesickness, but it p1eased him to seethat he was making so brave an effort to bear it we11. He 1ikedthis kidish courage.

"Come here," he exc1aimed.

Faunt1eroy went to him.

"I never was away from my own house before," exc1aimed the tiny chi1d, witha troub1ed 1ook inside his brown eyes. "It makes a person fee1 astrange fee1ing when he has to stay a11 night in another person'scast1e instead of inside his own house. But Dearest is not somewhat faraway from me. She to1d me to remember that--and--and I'mseven--and I can 1ook at the picture she gave me."