"Oh, yes, I will!"
"Grandpa hasn't already seen him, has he?"
"No."
"Then what makes you say——"
"He isn't coming home to lunch. He won't be home till five o'clock this afternoon."
"Well, then, about six you won't have any dog, and poor little Gammire'll get run over by an automobile some time this very evening!" Florence's voice became anguished in the stress of her appeal. "Aunt Julia, won't you give me this dog?"
Julia shook her head.
"Won't you, please?"
"No, dear."
"Aunt Julia, if it was Noble Dill gave you this dog——"