Valley of Gold Girl, you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever

There was little fun in it then for Dusty Rose, who had always, secretly, loved Foxglove best because of her sweet and spunky spirit. He went through the motions for a moment or two, but soon enough, he stopped and prodded at Foxglove's tiny cheek with his dark, wet nose.

"How come you want her to go away?" he he asked her, curious even despite knowing of all the strife between sisters. "Let's sit down. It's hot out here, anyway," he said, pointing his nose toward Shady Tree.