Wags, however, had ideas of his own and at this unfortunate moment he gave a smothered yelp and pawed his way out from under the bed clothes. He leaped to the floor and darted playfully toward the housekeeper.
“How did that dog get in here?” Cora asked sharply. “You brought him up here last night,” she accused Doris. “You little sneak!”
“I am not a sneak,” Doris retorted. She had been confused and ashamed at the untimely discovery of her pet, but now that the housekeeper had made such an uncalled for remark, she was inclined to defend herself. “We heard him barking and were afraid he would awaken every one in the house.”
The explanation did not mollify the woman but rather seemed to fan the flame of her wrath.
“Yes, you are!” she snapped. “You just wanted an excuse to prowl about the house!”
“I did not!” Doris refuted. “It didn’t seem right to leave Wags out there all by himself.”
“You had no right to bring him into the house! I’ll get him out of here!”
Vengefully, Cora bore down upon the dog.
Wags, sensing that she was an enemy to be avoided, whisked past her and leaped upon the bed. Cora began to tear viciously at the blankets in an effort to capture him.
By this time Kitty’s arms had closed protectingly upon the little dog, and Doris had jumped out of bed.