“Who’s, the Frenchman?” asked Mr. Brown. “His name is Jean Baptiste Foulard.”
“No, I mean the dog’s name,” said Bunny.
“Oh, he has a long French name, which means, in our language, ‘the little dog who brings the milk bottle in every morning,’” said Mr. Brown, with a laugh.
“What a cute name!” exclaimed Mrs. Brown. “Couldn’t the children call him that?”
“I’m afraid it’s too long,” said her husband. “That name would be a regular tongue-twister. They had much better call the dog some simpler name.”
“And did he really bring the milk bottle in every morning?” asked Bunny.
“Yes, so the Frenchman said,” answered Mr. Brown. “The dog was taught to do that. Every morning, when his master opened the door, the dog would go out and lift in the bottle of milk. It was only a small bottle, and he could easily get the top in his mouth. Then he would lap some of the milk out of a saucer.”
“Oh, I wish we could see him do it!” cried Sue.
“He will do that and many other tricks,” her father explained. “The Frenchman was very sorry to part with his dog, but he did not want to sell him to some one who might not be kind, and so he gave him to me, and now he does not owe me any more money.”
“I know what we can do with this trick dog,” said Bunny, after thinking it over for a moment.