“Now stand up that way!” Arthur said, speaking kindly.
Blackie did it, for a few seconds, and then she got down on all four feet as she was in the habit of standing.
“No! Not that!” said Arthur, lifting her up again. “Stand on your hind legs, Blackie.”
But Blackie did not do it very well.
[“Now jump through my hands, Blackie!” called Mabel.]
“Let me try,” said Mabel, who was watching her brother. “She will jump through my hands, and perhaps she will stand up for me.”
“I’ll try once more,” said Arthur, “and then you may have a turn, Mabel.”