Rose turned toward home, and was humming as she walked along, when she heard her name called softly.
She looked up and down the street. Then she saw Gyp.
"Do you know who called me?" she asked.
"Yep!" he answered, pertly.
"Well, who did?" queried Rose.
"I did," he said, watching her closely. "I axed yer is she going ter have a big party?"
"She can't. It would be too costly, and the cottage is too small, but she is generous and kind to give us any party at all, and oh, Gyp!" she cried, moving nearer to him, "I do wish you wouldn't tease her."
Gyp wriggled.
"She said she hated me!" he said.
"Well, she might have been angry, but she likes boys. I've heard her say so," Rose replied.