“Why, the Captain’s wife had just finished reading about us in one of the Paris papers.”
“We certainly are in luck! Here we shall have the best of care and get clear through to Havre without walking one step. And when there we can give them the slip as we did the farmer and his wife.”
“I know; but it does seem a shame that we always have to run off and appear so ungrateful to our kind friends, doesn’t it?” said Stubby.
“Yes, it does; but it really can’t be helped,” replied Button. “Where are Billy and Duke now?”
“Oh, they are having the time of their lives being petted and fed by all on board. You see we will fare like princes for the rest of our journey.”
Button was right. Nothing was too good for them and the way they were fed, watered, combed and brushed would have satisfied a king.
“My, don’t they all look fat, sleek and shiny!” said the Captain’s wife after they had bathed and curried all four of them. She had taken off the dirty bandage that was around Duke’s body and put on a nice clean white one with a lovely Red Cross embroidered on it.
CHAPTER XIII
A DOG CEMETERY IN PARIS
THE rest of the journey to Paris was quite uneventful. They arrived there one evening just as the sun was setting behind the city, throwing the Eiffel Tower and the big square dome of Notre Dame in bold relief against the deep red sky.