One day two boys came walking out to the kennel where the puppies lived. One boy was Willie, whose father owned Mrs. Gurr.
“Well, Willie, may I take my puppy now?” asked the other boy.
“Yes, Bob, I guess he’s big enough now to leave home,” said Willie. “Are you sure you want the one you first picked out?”
“Oh, yes, sure. I’ll take him,” said Bob. “Don is the best puppy in the lot.”
[“He’s a fine dog!” cried Bob, as he patted and rubbed Don.]
“Well, I’m glad he thinks I’m so nice,” said Don to himself. He had begun to understand boy and man talk, you see, though he could not speak it himself.
“Yes, I’ll take Don,” went on Bob.