“Wuff!” said Great Old Dog. “Since when?”
“Since half an hour.”
“Wuff!” said Great Old Dog. “Why?”
“She was horrid to me,” said Little Dog, “about a bone; and—and then I was horrid to her.”
“And you think two wrongs make a right?” said Great Old Dog. “They don’t. That is monkey arithmetic, not fit for respectable dogs and cats. My advice to you is to make it up as soon as you can.”
“But she says she will never speak to me again!” said Little Dog piteously.
Great Old Dog yawned so wide that Little Dog could have got inside his mouth and turned around.
“She will!” he said.
“How do you know, Great Old Dog?”