“Forget the past,” said Billy Jr. “That is gone, and in the future we will live together and see what good we can get out of life. What do you say to leaving the city and going out into the country? It is much cleaner there, while there is less chance of being abused or of getting shut up where we won’t be free to come and go as we please.”
“Very well,” said Stubby, “I am longing to get into the country once again. What direction shall we take?”
“South,” replied Billy Jr. “Let us try to find our way to Old Mexico, where it is nice and warm the year round.”
“That is a splendid idea,” said Stubby. “I, too, am tired of the cold.”
“It is too bad that dogs can’t live on grass and the things that goats can, for then you would not have to go hungry so often. I believe I could live on old shoes and straw if I could find nothing else to eat, although I don’t say I should relish them much,” said Billy.
“Oh, I can live on very little, so don’t worry about me,” said Stubby.
At the first peep of dawn the two friends left the old packing box and started on their long journey to Old Mexico.
