Richard Harding Davis,
Episodes in Van Bibber's Life
“ At half-past seven he began to dress, and at five minutes to eight he was ready for dinner and stood looking out of the window at the moonlight on the white lawn below. The snow had stopped falling, and everything lay quiet and still as though it were cut in marble. And then suddenly across the lawn, came a black, bedraggled object on four legs, limping painfully, and lifting its feet as though there were lead on them. "Great heavens!" cried Van Bibber, "it's the dog!" He was out of the room in a moment and down into the hall. ”
