Then Cad jumped, and almost let the gray pony have his own way.
For something under the seat was tickling her; and before she could look for the cause, out popped the head of Thomas Doddles, Esq., who proceeded to look serenely about him, as if conscious of a success that no one could dispute.
“The cunning darling!” said Fannie, laughing so that she could not sit up straight.
“O you scamp!” cried Cad. “I’d throw him away if ’twere not for Luly.”
“Now sir!” said she, addressing him with great severity, “don’t you dare to jump out of this carriage to-day.”
But you’ll not be surprised to learn that he did so the very next moment. How could he help it, when a chipmunk chattered a challenge for a race to the nearest tree?
Tom lost, and nearly dislocated his neck by looking up so much, and barking at the same time.
As for the chipmunk, not a walnut cared he; and what he chippered back might mean:
“You’re smart, Mr. Dog, but, smart as you are you can’t catch me!”
Well, Tom Doddles was a bother! But he was a cunning one, and between the scoldings and the pettings that he received he was as spoiled as a doggie could be.