Hilla's body rocked from side to side with the bus heading to the countryside.
The landscape rolled past. When looking out of the window, Hilla was a little absent-minded.
Halle glanced at the two little dogs in her arms and smiled, "Why did you take them out?"
Cookie and Candy had been a trifle too heavy. After holding them for a long time, Hilla felt that her arms had gone numb.
Looking down at the two sleeping dogs, Hilla pouted, "I took them to the Anderson's, so I regard them as my sons. What if the Andersons didn't take good care of them or what if they disliked them after I leave?"
Hilla's voice was small and plaintive, but Halle had heard it. Halle then smiled and tried to hold Candy.
"Halle, be careful. Candy is very heavy. Let me hold him."
"I'm fine. I'm not so delicate now, and they are really cute. They must have had a good time in the Anderson's."
