Lance walked quickly through the gate and into the alley. He went to the small pen he had built near the trash dumpster. The little puppy was curled up asleep on a blanket. Lance pulled out a water bottle and filled the water bowl. He reached in his pocket for the puppy food he had gotten from his friend Ben. He put the food in the bowl. The puppy woke up and wagged its tail. Lance knew his parents would never let him keep this stray puppy. His father always sneezed around dogs. But Lance loved this silly little puppy, with its bright eyes and playful ways. Lance didn’t know what he was Step 1 Step 2 Step 3

now, of course, the quality and the seasonability of these winter dreams varied, but the stuff of them remained.   they persuaded dexter several years later to pass up a business course at the state university—his father, prospering now, would have paid his way—for the precarious advantage of attending an older and more famous university in the east, where he was bothered by his scanty funds. but do not get the impression, because his winter dreams happened to be concerned at first with musings on the rich, that there was anything merely snobbish in the boy. he wanted not association with glittering things and glittering people—he wanted the glittering things themselves. often he reached out for the best without knowing why he wanted it—and sometimes he ran up against the mysterious denials and prohibitions in which life indulges.

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