“Can’t say, Miss Adelaide. All I know is that dogs were on hand to bark at us when we got off from the train, quite a number of them and there was one that led the band.”
“I wonder if it was Ruth’s—he came running from that way. How did he look?”
“Can’t say. They looked so much alike; but I think this one had a new white collar on, as though there had been a wedding in the family.”
“O that’s the one, Mr. Bombs. I wonder what made him bark at you?”
“None but a dog could tell, Miss Adelaide, and they are dumb.”
“I wouldn’t blame him if you had that dreadful smile on, Mr. Bombs.”
“It wouldn’t do any good to blame him anyhow, Miss Adelaide. Dogs know what they are about as well as folks.”
“Don’t you think it does any good to blame folks when they do wrong?”
“Not much, not much. Sometimes it does harm—almost always to contrary people.”
“Well, I’m going to blame them any way every time I see them doing anything I know is wrong after this and take the chances. I’ll be fifteen years old tomorrow.”