“You might ask the Frenchman who gave you the dog,” said Mrs. Brown.
“How would he know?” inquired her husband.
“As he trained this dog to do tricks, he might know some circus people, for they have trained and trick dogs in a circus.”
“We had one in ours, when we played circus!” said Bunny.
“But Patter is a better trick dog than Splash ever was,” added Sue.
“Yes, Patter is a good trick dog,” said Mr. Brown. “But I hardly think, my dear,” he added to his wife, “that Mr. Foulard would know anything about circus men. Anyhow, the Frenchman has gone many miles from here.”
In a way Bunny and Sue were glad to hear this, for they thought there would be less danger of the Frenchman coming back to take away Patter.
“Well, I feel sorry for the old man,” went on Mrs. Brown.
“So do I,” said her husband, “and I’ll go to see him in the hospital. I’ll try to find out where this circus man is whom he wants to find.”
The remainder of the evening was spent by Bunny and Sue playing with their trick dog. Patter loved children and was never happier than when performing for them. But even a trick dog may get tired, and Mr. Brown knew this for, after a while, he said: