You and your valet ought to be down there now carrying them
pajamas."
"Kelly," declared Herrick, unruffled in his moment of triumph, "I
hate to say, 'I told you so,' but you force me. Go away," he
commanded. "You have neither imagination nor soul."
"And that's true," he assured Miss Waring, as Kelly and his
companion left them. "Now, I see nothing in what I accomplished
that is ridiculous. Had you watched those bears as I did, you
would
have felt that sympathy that exists between all who love the
out-of-door life. A dog loves to see his master pick up his stick
and his hat to take him for a walk, and the man enjoys seeing the
dog leaping and quartering the fields before him. They are both
the
happier. At least I am happier to-night, knowing those bears are
at
peace and at home, than I would be if I thought of them being
whipped through their tricks in a dirty theatre." Herrick pointed
to the great forest trees of the preserve, their tops showing
dimly
in the mist of moonlight. "Somewhere, down in that valley, he
murmured, "are three happy animals.
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