I tried to get further down under the clothes, but Tommy lifted me out. He was laughing in a funny way, and he put his face against me.
“If you’re not the limit!” he said. “I believe he knows I’m going away, Mary, and he wants to go with me.”
Of course that was what I wanted. I wouldn’t have hidden in the trunk if I hadn’t hoped to go along.
“I don’t see why I can’t take him,” said Tommy. “I’m going to ask mother whether I can’t.”
“You can ask her, but you know she won’t let you,” said Mary.
I suppose she wouldn’t let him, for I know I didn’t go.
The next day the automobile came to the door early and the trunks were carried out, and then Tommy and his father and mother came downstairs with their hats on, and when I jumped up on Tommy he said, “I’m sorry, but you can’t go, old fellow.”
James caught me by the collar and pulled me back. I almost snapped him, he bothered me so. I did snarl and try to wriggle away from him, but I couldn’t.
Then Mary opened the outside door and Tommy and his father and mother went down the steps, and when they were part way down Tommy looked back and called, “Good-bye, Muffins! I’ll be back soon. Take good care of him while I’m away, James. Good-bye!”
And then Mary shut the door, and they were gone.