"Oh, he minded you! He's your dog all right, isn't he?" cried Bunny.
"Yes, he's my Sandy," answered Harry. "He always minds sometimes."
At the sound of his young master's voice the dog, with another joyful bark, again leaped forward. He had stopped to get rid of as much of the water as possible, but a moment later he was jumping and tumbling about Harry and Mrs. Slater, while the little boy, caring not at all about the dog's damp coat, was hugging his pet.
"Oh, Sandy! Sandy! I'm so glad you came back!" cried Harry.
"Is it really your dog?" asked Mrs. Brown of her friend.
"Yes," answered Mrs. Slater. "Oh, do be quiet, you crazy animal," she said, as he leaped up and tried to put his tongue on her face.
"He wants to kiss you," said Sue.
Then the dog turned to Sue, and he really did "kiss" her, for Sue was sitting down and the dog easily reached her tanned cheeks with his red tongue.
"Be careful," warned Mrs. Brown.
"Oh, Sandy is gentle and loves children," said Harry's mother. "But I fancy that young man in the boat wants some explanation," she went on. "Though, since we have told him this is Christmas Tree Cove, he must have guessed that we are the people to whom the dog belongs."