“Well, that doesn’t prove anything,” went on the watchman. “Now look here, Bobby, if this is your dog he can do some tricks for you. Call him to you. Take the chain off and call him to you.”
“All right! I’ll show you he’s my dog!” insisted the colored boy. He took the chain from the dog’s collar, but instead of going to the colored boy when he whistled, the dog remained with Bunny and Sue.
“It looks as if he were their dog,” said Mr. Ward. “But we’ll have another test. Can you make that dog do any tricks, Bobby?”
“Naw! He can’t do no tricks yet, but I’m goin’ to teach him.”
“Oh, Patter can do lots of tricks; can’t he, Bunny?” cried Sue.
“Sure he can,” said her brother. “Here, I’ll make him do some. Say your prayers, Patter!”
There was an old, broken chair in the yard, and up in this jumped Patter. He put his head down between his paws, as he had been taught to do, and remained thus until Bunny called:
“Amen!”
Up jumped Patter to frisk around Bunny and Sue.
“Now what do you say to that, Bobby?” asked Mr. Ward.