“Bunny, you have a wonderful trick dog there,” said Mr. Gordon, as he went out, rubbing his bald head where the rooster had scratched him a little.
“Indeed he is a valuable dog,” said Mr. Stern, who had witnessed the show. “If I had had Tanza here——”
“Oh, will you please tell us who Tanza is?” begged Bunny.
“Is she a fairy?” Sue wanted to know.
“No, she was one of some trick dogs I once owned,” said Mr. Stern, rather sadly. “I earned my living by exhibiting my trick dogs. Tanza was the best, but she died, and so did all the others. Then I had no way of making a living and I got hurt and became ill. I thought if I could find Mr. Denton he might give me a place in his show. But I can’t locate him, and I don’t know what I’m going to do.”
This talk took place after the show, when Bunny and Sue were helping to clear up the barn.
“I could make a place for you on my fish dock,” said Mr. Brown.
“Thank you,” murmured the old man, “but I’m afraid I wouldn’t know how to do that kind of work. If I only had a trick dog I could go around as I used to. But I suppose it’s of no use.”
A strange feeling came over Bunny Brown and his sister Sue. They both had the same idea at the same time. They looked at one another and then at Patter, who was letting Whitefeet rub up against him.
Bunny went over and whispered something to his father.