(Heavens above! She was going to show him!)
"And do you think you'll bring it on before the tenth?"
"Oh yes, sir. You've only got to brush a Pom's hair backwards and it comes."
The little dogs clamoured to be gone. She stooped, stroking them, smoothing their ears back and gazing into their eyes, lost in her own tenderness, and unaware that she was watched. If Rose had been skilled in the art of allurement she could not have done better than let him see how she loved all things that had life.
"How any one can be unkind to dumb animals," said Rose, musing.
She moved slowly to the door, gathering up the puppies in her arms, and calling to the rest to follow her. "Come along," she said, "and see what Pussy's doing."