“Oh,” said Freya, “I should be frightened to death to go away without Father and Mother! I just couldn’t do it!”
“Well,” I said, “you’ll just have to. Besides, William will be there and maybe the Master, too.”
“But it isn’t the same as having your own parents,” said Freya, looking teary again. “Suppose—suppose anything happened to us!”
“What could happen?” I asked. “Besides, I’m going to be there!”
That ought to have satisfied her, I thought, but it didn’t, and she went running off to tell Mother how frightened she was. That was too much for me and I trotted over to call on Jack and tell him the news.
I found him in the back yard eating a fine big veal bone. “Hello, Fritz,” he said, pushing the bone to me. “Want to chew on that? It isn’t half bad. I’m afraid I’ve eaten the best of it, though.”
It was very nice and sweet, that bone, and I settled down to enjoy it, and between crunches I told him about Freya and I going alone to the dog show. He didn’t seem to think it was so grand, though. He kind of turned up his lip at it.
“The Oak Cliff Show?” he said. “Oh, that’s just a small affair, a one-day show, managed by the women folks. It’s pretty good fun, of course, but even if you do bring back some ribbons they don’t amount to much.”