“And so we brought him, and have kept him ever since,” said Alice. “But of course you can have him now, Bob.”
“Thank you,” said Bob. So it turned out that Don found his master again, in a very strange way.
“And to think that I found Don this time!” cried Bob. “We missed him so at the farm. Squinty, the pig, runs out of his pen very often, and Don was the only one who could get him back. Yes, we need Don at the farm.”
“Will you be glad to go back there, Don?” asked Rex, for the two dogs understood something of what was going on.
“Yes, I think I shall be glad to get back,” answered Don. “It was very nice here, of course,” he said, “and I like you very much, but I need room to run about. Some day I hope you will come to the country and see me.”
“Perhaps I shall,” said Rex. “If I come I shall probably come in the automobile, though, and sleep on my blue silk cushion. I am so used to that.”
Then the party went on, Don doing more tricks for Bob. And how the other boys and girls laughed and clapped their hands!
“I wonder how I can get Don home?” said Bob, when the party was over, after the children had eaten ice cream and cake.
“You can ride to the farm in father’s automobile,” said his cousin Alice, “and Don can ride with you. That’s how we brought him from the pound.”