"Merciful heavens, there is the dog again!"
The Doctor also looked angrily at the hostile figure. "Drive him away," cried Laura; "make him run home."
"He will hardly find his way back," replied the Doctor, thoughtfully; "what would your father say if he were lost?"
"He has been the enemy of my life," exclaimed Laura; "and must we now take him with us into the world? The idea is insupportable, and a bad omen, Fritz."
"Perhaps we shall meet a wagon that will take him back again," said the Doctor, consolingly; "meanwhile we must not let him starve."
In spite of his aversion he handed him some breakfast, and the dog disappeared again under the apron.
But Laura continued disturbed.
"Fritz, dear Fritz," she exclaimed, suddenly, "you must leave me alone."
The Doctor looked at her with astonishment. The you was an orthographical error which must be atoned for. He was again about to give her a kiss, but she drew back.
"If you love me, Fritz, you must now leave me alone," she cried out, wringing her hands.