“You are a good advocate. But do not stand still with that heavy pail. May I go with you?”
“Why not?”
“You are right, you are going upon a good errand, and are protected. Beside, you need not be afraid of me.”
“I am not afraid of any one, and least so of you. I have seen to-day that you are good.”
“How so?”
“When you advised me how to get rid of my swelled face. It has helped me. I now wear shoes.”
“That is right that you take advice so readily,” said John much pleased, and the dog appeared to remark his satisfaction, for he jumped upon Amrie and licked her hand.
“Come away, Lux,” said John.
“No! let him stay,” said Barefoot, “we are already good friends. He has been with me in the kitchen; all dogs love me and my brother.”
“So you have a brother?”