“Mr. Van Der Lann must own him,” Vevi said. Carefully, she petted the dog’s head. “Oh, don’t you just love this place? I’d like to live here.”
“So you could go boating on the canal and ride in the dog cart!” teased Connie.
“Well, it would be fun.”
Vevi gazed speculatively at the cart. She could see that there was room to slide in behind the empty milk cans.
Before Connie could stop her, she climbed in and picked up the reins.
“Oh, Vevi!” Connie protested. “You’re too heavy for that poor dog to haul.”
“I’m light as a feather,” Vevi insisted. “Get up, doggie!”
She made a loud clucking noise to make him go.
The dog started off so fast that Vevi nearly was tossed backwards out of the cart.
“Hey, come back!” Connie shouted. She saw that the dog had headed straight for the canal.