“Above all creatures on this earth,” he whispered, “you are faithful.” I thought of saying something about St. Bernard dogs, but there was such tenderness in his face that I said nothing, instead merely staring up at him, blinking against the green light that filtered through the needles overhead. “Well,” I said at last, with a deep sigh of my own, “so are you. Quite a good thing, really. Isn’t it?”
