"Oh, your father would give that and a good deal more to get you back," said Dawn coolly. "Why, dad thinks me worth more than a thousand pounds, I know he does! And if I was put up for sale, I dare say I'd fetch more!"
Puggy eyed him with scorn.
"You'd only be bought by silly old ladies who go in for lapdogs. Your curls would keep off any sensible man from owning you!"
Dawn douched his fists.
"Now come, we'll have it out! I've been longing to give you a good crack across your head ever since you told me I was a penniless Irishman!"
"I never called you a man at all!" cried Puggy, squaring his shoulders. "You're a long-haired mongrel, that's what you are!"
Dawn flew like a little tiger upon Puggy, but Christina flung herself between them.
"You shan't fight, you mustn't!" she cried. "Why, this is the first day we've met. Oh, do be good boys, and tell me what you've been doing!"
Dawn began to laugh.
"We'll put it off," he said with a knowing nod at Puggy. "I want to tell where we've been. Such a lark, Tina; I took Puggy to Scotland Yard. You've never been there I know."