Florence and Herbert came round the house, Herbert trifling with a tennis ball and carrying a racket under his arm. Florence was peeling an orange.
"For Heavenses' sakes!" Florence cried. "Kitty Silver, where on earth'd this dog come from?"
"B'long you' Aunt Julia."
"When'd she get him?"
"Dess to-day."
"Who gave him to her?"
"She ain't sayin'."
"You mean she won't tell?"
"She ain't sayin'," Kitty Silver repeated. "I ast her. I say, I say: 'Miss Julia, ma'am,' I say, 'Miss Julia, ma'am, who ever sen' you sech a unlandish-lookin' dog?' I say. All she say when I ast her: 'Nemmine!' she say, dess thataway. 'Nemmine!' she say. I reckon she ain't goin' tell nobody who give her this dog."
"He's certainly a mighty queer-lookin' dog," said Herbert. "I've seen a few like that, but I can't remember where. What kind is he, Kitty Silver?"