“All right,” answered her father with a laugh. “We’ll take the big dog home too,” he said to the pound-keeper.
“I am glad of it,” said the pound-keeper. “I was sorry I had to bring that dog in, for he looks as though he had been in a good home. I’m glad you’re taking him.”
So Don was led out of the pound, and he walked along beside the man, while Alice carried Rex in her arms.
Outside the dog pound was a big automobile. Alice and her father had come in that.
“See, James!” cried Alice to the chauffeur. “I have Rex back again.”
“So I see,” spoke the chauffeur. “Hello, Rex!” and he patted the poodle on the head, for he knew him well.
“Bow wow!” barked Rex. Then to Don he said: “Now we are all right. I’ll have my blue silk cushion to sleep on, and we’ll both have all we want to eat, and good water to drink. Aren’t you glad to come home with me?”
“Yes, indeed I am—and thank you very much,” said Don, in his dog talk, to Rex. “But are we to ride in that auto?” he asked. “I never have been in one, though once one almost ran over me.”
“Of course we are to ride in it,” said Rex. “I hardly ever walk. Jump in!”