“Then he must have trampled on it with his muddy feet,” said Royal.
“No,” said Miss Anne, “it could not be in any such way, for it was not a live dog.”
“Not a live dog!” said Lucy.
“No, it was a little glass dog,—gray glass; only he had black ears and tail.”
“I don’t see how he could spoil a book,” said Royal.
“He did,” answered Miss Anne.
“The book gave Joseph a great deal of pleasure before the dog came, and after that, it was good for nothing to him.”
“Joseph?” said Royal; “who was he?”
“Why, he was the little boy that had the book. Didn’t I tell you his name before?”
“No,” said Royal; “but tell us how the dog spoiled the book.”