"I am," confessed Arabella.
"Then pitch every one of those bottles out, and see what happens! No wonder the girls here call you the 'medicine-chest.' The doses you take make me sick just to see them."
Arabella looked sulky, and when Patricia started for a walk, Arabella refused to go. She was usually afraid of Patricia, and did as she directed, but when she became sulky, not even Patricia could move her, try as she might.
Arabella was standing near the window when Patricia returned, and what she saw was anything but pleasing.
At the end of a leash was a small, shaggy, yellow dog, of no especial breed!
Arabella detested dogs, and was desperately afraid of them as well.
She told herself that the dog would also be in Judy's care, and was wondering how he would get on with the cat, when she heard a loud whisper outside the door.
"Let me in, quick!" it said, and when Arabella opened the door, Patricia stumbled over the dog who had run between her feet, and the two landed on the middle of the rug in a heap.
"There! Isn't he a beauty?" Patricia asked and without waiting for an answer continued, "A man told me he was a valuable dog that ought to bring fifty dollars, but because he was going to leave town, he let me have him, for two dollars, and threw in the leash. Wasn't that a bargain?"
"What are you going to do with him?" Arabella asked. "Oh, take him away! I don't want him sniffing at me!"