"I dressed as quickly as I could, and went to the billiard-room. Father couldn't speak, but just ran me out by the scruff of the neck."
At this moment her attention was distracted by the bull-dog, sliding and tumbling down the stairs in his eagerness to reach his mistress.
"Gorgon's behaving like a puppy," said Randal, smiling.
"Oh, he's been laughing, too," said Amaryllis, fondling the soft ears. "And he wants to tell me all the jokes."
And then Caldegard and Dick Bellamy came down the stairs together.
"What have you been doing to Gorgon?" asked Amaryllis.
"Never mind the dog," said her father. "It's what this 'vaudeville artist' has been doing to me!"
"Oh, Gorgon, Gorgon! If those lips could only speak!" laughed the girl. "Don't you think Gorgon's a good name for the ugly darling, Mr. Bellamy?" she said, as they went in to dinner.
"Surely the Gorgon was a kind of prehistoric suffragette," objected Dick.
"There you are, Amy," said her father, and turned to him. "Your brother and I have quite failed to convince my illiterate daughter that the word Gorgon is of the feminine gender."