Presently they were aroused by the barking of a dog and, looking about, discovered that they were sitting on the terrace of a big house all about which were fields of flowers and grain. And the dog, a big mastiff, came toward them. Sweetclover put out a friendly hand and said, "Nice Fido."
"Don't call me Fido," said the dog, "my name is Napoleon."
"Oh, excuse me," said Sweetclover, "I didn't know."
"That's all right," said Napoleon with a stately bow. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I'm afraid not," said Sweetclover. "My friend here," and she turned to the Villain, "and I have been separated from Kernel Cob and we are anxious to find him. You didn't see him pass by, did you?"
"No," said Napoleon, "that I didn't."
"Oh dear," sighed Sweetclover, "night is coming on and we have nowhere to go."
"If you will give me a few minutes," said Napoleon, with a courteous wave of his paw in the direction of his house, "I will put my humble home at your disposal."
"We cannot think of disturbing you," said Sweetclover.
"It will be no trouble whatever," he said. "If I can be of any service to you, it will give me much pleasure."