“You have a sister,” said Miss Anne.
“Well,” said Royal, “if I was going a fishing, and Lucy was going too, I should want to have her have a fishing-pole as well as I.”
“It is not always so with boys, at any rate,” said Miss Anne. “And that makes me think of a curious thing that happened once. A little boy, whom I knew, had a beautiful picture-book spoiled by a little gray dog, in a very singular way.”
“How was it?” said Royal.
“Tell us, Miss Anne,” said Lucy; “tell us all about it.”
“Well, this boy’s father bought him a very beautiful picture-book, with colored pictures in it, and brought it home, and gave it to him. And the next day the little gray dog spoiled it entirely.”
“How?” said Lucy.
“Guess.”
“Why, he bit it, and tore it to pieces with his teeth, I suppose,” said Lucy.