She wondered if she would dream of Bob, and what she would remember if she thought of him in ten years. The cattle were still running. He went slowly, as if feeling for each stair. Only the two pigs were relatively undisturbed.
He threw a loop over one of the spinning wheels and spurred the big horse vigorously, pulling the wagon to a tilt on one edge. He stepped so gingerly, getting his bedding arranged, that it took him nearly twenty minutes to settle down. Once upstairs she called Sally. Still, the little one had had a bad pair of eyes, and he could easily believe they meant to harm him.
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