“I’ll fix a place; don’t worry about that part of it,” Jack promised, getting up to go into the cabin.
The evening was a riot of small boy and dog. With much difficulty they were separated at bedtime; for René insisted upon his new pal sleeping on the foot of the bed, and wept copiously when the dog was banished. They said he mustn’t ever hurt the dog, he moaned, and here they were hurting him by taking him away!
“If you’re going to be unruly over the dog,” said Jack, “I shall take him right back, and you will never have another.”
“Jack will fix Rover up all nice somewhere,” promised Desiré, “and you’ll see him again in the morning.”
Quiet was restored, and after she had gotten René to bed, Desiré went out behind the cabin where Jack was preparing a place for the new member of the family. He had turned on an end the box which had held their belongings while they were on the road, and placed a bit of old carpet in the bottom.
“Behold the kennel!” he said proudly, with a wave of the hand.
“But will he stay in it?” asked Desiré, somewhat doubtfully.
“Not without being tied, for a few nights,” replied Jack, running a rope from the dog’s collar through a stout staple on the side of the box. “Then he’ll be used to the place.”
“You haven’t told me anything yet about your job prospects,” said Desiré rather reproachfully, as they walked around to the front door.
“How could I, in all the noise and excitement?” laughed Jack. “Let’s sit out here for a while. Wait a minute; I’ll get a couple of chairs.”