[CHAPTER XLIV]
A Wicked Innkeeper
“INDEED, we would enjoy hearing about them,” declared both the girls.
“Before I begin to tell you about our peculiar relatives, some of which kill, some of which steal——”
“Oh!” gasped Eleanor.
“Oh!” muttered Mary Frances.
Just at that moment out of the bushes ran the tiniest, littlest bit of a dog that ever lived.
At first the girls didn’t see him, he was so small.