'Please meet the 11.20 train.'
So the family turned up at the station en masse, but instead of the lady we expected, there descended from the guard's van a beautiful and dignified Great Dane with a label round his neck.
'For Meg's baronial hall. A thank-offering, sent with "Hove from a modern Lussy."'
Or, at any rate, that's what it looked like. Monica does write so badly.
The Gidger kissed the thank-offering promptly, and was rewarded with a large lick.
'Oh, don't wash me with your flannel,' she exclaimed.
Then we all introduced ourselves, and Ross observed as he edged away from a very wet tongue,—
'He must be first cousin to the dog in the Bible that was so kind to the poor beggar; you'd better call him "Moreover," after him, Meg.'
'What dog, and what beggar?' I asked.
'Gracious, child, for a Bishop's daughter you don't know much Church history, and haven't you heard that old chestnut either? Why, when Lazarus was laid at the rich man's gate, Moreover, the dog, came and licked his sores.'