Pauline stood on the veranda and watched his departure with silent wrath.
"I wonder if he is really cruel—or—if he is just a man and doesn't know any better," she pondered audibly.
Then, as she saw Owen approaching from the side path, "Oh, Owen, won't you help me? I've lost Cyrus!"
"Cyrus? Am I sure whom you mean? Ah, yes; the new member of our family circle."
"Yes; he's gone."
"The only thing to do, I should say, is to advertise. I will call up the newspapers immediately, Miss Pauline."
"You are dear! I must have him back. Think what Lucille would say if
I lost him on the first day!"
"I'll offer a generous reward and he'll soon be back."
"Thank you, Owen."