“Is it a dog, Daddy?” asked Bunny.
“It sounds like one,” laughed Mr. Brown.
“And is he ours to keep?” the little boy questioned.
“Yes,” answered Mr. Brown. “He is your dog. Down, sir!” he commanded, and the dog dropped to all fours and stood looking at Mr. Brown as if for further orders.
“Dead dog!” cried the children’s father.
Instantly the dog stretched out as if he had lost all life.
“Oh, he’s a trick dog!” cried Bunny.
“Is he a trick dog?” asked Sue. She wanted her father to tell her for sure. And Mr. Brown answered:
“Yes, he is a trick dog, and rather valuable I think.”
“Where did you get him, Daddy?” asked Bunny.