“He walked that dog around until four o’clock in the morning,” declared Rob impressively, “and when he got him home he put him on the scales, and what do you think?”
“He’d gained another eight pounds,” said Evan.
“There wasn’t anything left but the collar,” guessed Jelly.
“No, but that dog had lost eight pounds exactly and was half a pound under the limit! What do you think of that?”
“I’d rather not tell you,” answered Malcolm evasively.
“And did he win a prize with him?” asked Jelly.
“N—no, he didn’t. You see, when he took him around to the show he found that he had walked two inches off the dog’s legs and they made him enter him as a dachshund.”
There was a deep and painful silence. Then Malcolm began to whistle softly and Evan reached out for the last doughnut and tossed it into Rob’s lap.
“You win,” he said.