“Jack, Jack, Jack! Little Jackie! Jack!”
Then she burst into tears afresh, and peered into the hedge, and tried to peep through a gate into a field.
“Jackie, Jackie, Jackie!”
She came up to Lucian, sobbing as if her heart would break, and dropped him an old-fashioned curtsy.
“Oh, please sir, have you seen my little Jackie?”
“What do you mean?” said Lucian. “What is it you’ve lost?”
“A little dog, please sir. A little terrier dog with white hair. Father gave me him a month ago, and said I might keep him. Someone did leave the garden gate open this afternoon, and he must ’a got away, sir, and I was so fond of him sir, he was so playful and loving, and I be afraid he be lost.”
She began to call again, without waiting for an answer.
“Jack, Jack, Jack!”
“I’m afraid some boys have got your little dog,” said Lucian. “They’ve killed him. You’d better go back home.”