"Oh, you're the telegraph boy," said a colored servant. "You're to go upstairs into missus's sitting-room."
Upon entering, Frank found himself in the presence of a rather stout lady, who was reclining on a sofa.
He bowed politely, and waited for his instructions.
"I hope you are a trustworthy boy," said the stout lady.
"I hope so, ma'am."
"Come here, Fido," said the lady.
A little mass of hair, with two red eyes peeping out, rose from the carpet and waddled towards the lady, for Fido was about as stout as his mistress.
"Do you like dogs?" asked Mrs. Leroy, for this was the lady's name.
"Yes, ma'am," answered Frank, wondering what that had to do with his errand.
"I sent for you to take my sweet darling out for an airing. His health requires that he should go out every day. I generally take him myself, but this morning I have a severe headache, and do not feel equal to the task. My dear little pet, will you go out with this nice boy?"