"'Face' him!" Kitty Silver echoed forebodingly. "I reckon you' grampaw do mo'n dess 'face' him."
"That's what I mean," Florence explained. "I expect he's just brute enough to drive him off."
"Yes'm," said Mrs. Silver. "He git madder ev'y time somebody sen' her new pet. You' grampaw mighty nervous man, an' everlas'n'ly do hate animals."
"He hasn't seen Gammire, has he?"
"Don't look like it, do it?" said Kitty Silver. "Dog here yit."
"Well, then I——" Florence paused, glancing at Herbert, for she had just been visited by a pleasant idea and had no wish to share it with him. "Is Aunt Julia in the house?"
"She were, li'l while ago."
"I want to see her about somep'n I ought to see her about," said Florence. "I'll be out in a minute."