CHAPTER XX
Another Party
HE was lying on a soft mossy bank, and Alexander—yes, Alexander!—was gently licking the tip of his nose.
"Wherever have you been?" he cried, sitting up and looking at the dear, dear dog in surprise and delight.
"Oh, I've just been having a little snooze," wuffed Alexander, and yawned a real doggy yawn.
George was so pleased that he got up and hugged him. After Alexander had shaken himself, for his coat was just a little ruffled up after George's embrace, he sat down and smiled—such a friendly smile! Only a dog can smile like that.
"Where have I been, Alexander?" asked George.
"You know, George," replied Alexander. "Why do you ask me?"
"Where's the Princess?"