"Hello!" called Patricia, as soon as she saw them, then, "My! What did you and Nancy get sent home for?"
"We weren't sent home," Nancy said, indignantly.
"Now, Nancy Ferris, Glenmore doesn't close until next week, and here are you two at home."
"That is no sign that we were sent," said Dorothy. "Mother sent for us."
"Oh, was that it?" Patricia said saucily, and then turning to Mollie she asked:
"How do you like my dog? He isn't a pretty dog, but he knows everything, and he always minds. My friends think it is just wonderful the way he minds me. I taught him to. Stop!" she cried. "Stop, I tell you. I won't let you chew the edge of my skirt. Will you stop? Oh, well I don't care if you do chew it. It's an old dress, anyway."
She saw that he would not stop.
"I've named him Diogenes. I don't know who Diogenes was, but I liked the name and he's such a hand to dodge, I thought I'd call him 'Dodgy' for short. Well, I'm sure I don't see why you look so amused. I think I've chosen a grand name for him. Come on, Dodgy!" but the small dog lay down.
"Well, well, how you do act! Come on! Up the street! Come!"
The dog got up, yawned, and then, taking a good hold on the leash, he snatched it from Patricia's hand, and made off with it, as fast as he could scamper, Patricia after him at top speed.