"Did she have that nice, foaming sauce, ma?"
"Yes, it was very nice."
Frankie's face flushed, and then with a start, he covered his head with the pillows to hide his tears. At last he said,—
"I think you might have given me some, ma."
She made no answer; and presently he recovered himself and began his play with Tony again.
He hid the handkerchief here and there, now under the pillows, and then beneath the tick, when he would say authoritatively,—
"Go find it, Tony!" and she instantly obeyed.
"She is a very good dog," at last the lady remarked.
"Yes, ma, she minds me real quick. Sam Lambert has a dog; and he tried to make the boys believe that Fox—that's his name—was smarter than Tony."
"I saw him once. Sam had a stick and he threw it away and told Fox to get it; but the lazy thing never stirred. He just whisked his tail and stood still. I wouldn't have such a dog. Now see, ma, how quick Tony minds me."