"While you are away, Greta, I'll look around and find a new home for Chouse," her father announced suddenly.
At last it had come—this terrible thing that she had been dreading.
"But I thought that Chouse had been a very good dog lately." For the moment Greta had forgotten Hans's report about the turkeys.
"I had hoped he would learn to behave better," said her father, "but today he injured several of the young turkeys, and I just can't have it, Greta. So we must find another home for him. I know how you love Chouse, and I hate to do this, but I don't see any other way out."
"Why can't Chouse come to Copenhagen with us?" asked Anna, hoping that maybe this would solve the problem, at least for a while.
"Do you think your mother would want him?"
"Oh, yes, I'm sure it would be all right with Mother," said Anna. "We don't have any chickens or turkeys, so Chouse couldn't very well get into mischief at my house."
Greta's father hesitated a minute or two before he answered, while Greta watched him anxiously. "All right, Anna, Chouse may go to Copenhagen with you and Greta."
Greta sank back in her chair with a deep sigh. By the time she came home from Copenhagen, the whole matter would probably be forgotten. At any rate, the evil day had been postponed.