“Must not care much for his reputation,” Dave returned.
“You know, I don’t like this place,” Doris said quietly. “Now that we’ve finished eating, let’s be on our way.”
“Right-o!” Dave sprang up and began to pack the dishes into the hamper.
As he placed the basket into the rear of the roadster he surveyed the sky and frowned slightly.
“It’s beginning to look more like rain than it did,” he admitted. “I’m afraid we’d better make full steam ahead or we may get caught in a storm.”
Kitty and Doris did not hear, for their attention had been attracted to a little brown dog which stood in the roadway regarding them with wistful, friendly eyes.
“Oh, isn’t he cute!” Doris exclaimed. “Here, doggie! Come here!”
The little animal first backed timidly away and then, as the girls continued to coax, hesitated, and finally came a few steps toward them, wagging his tail in a friendly way. As Doris stooped to pat him on the head he gave a pleased bark, and raising up on his hind legs, eagerly offered her his right paw.
“He knows tricks,” Doris declared. “Oh, I wonder who owns him?”
“Looks to me like a stray dog,” Dave told her. “He hasn’t any collar or license. The dog catcher will likely get him before long.”