girl listened to his message
for Mrs. Drury, then she walked upstairs, smiling and looking at me over
her shoulder.

There was a trunk in the upper hall, and an elderly woman was putting
things in it. A lady stood watching her, and when she saw me, she gave
a little scream, "Oh, nurse! look at that horrid dog! Where did he come
from? Put him out, Susan."

I stood quite still, and the girl who had brought me upstairs, gave her
Jack's message.

"Certainly, certainly," said the lady, when the maid finished speaking.
"If he is one of the Morris dogs, he is sure to be a well-behaved one.
Tell the little boy to thank his mamma for letting Laura come over, and
say that we will keep the dog with pleasure. Now, nurse, we must hurry:
the cab will be here in five minutes."

I walked softly into a front room, and there I found my dear Miss
Laura. Miss Bessie was with her, and they were cramming things into a
portmanteau. They both ran out to find out how I came there, and just
then a gentleman came hurriedly upstairs, and said the cab had come.

There was a scene of great confusion and hurry but in a few minutes it
was all over. The cab had rolled away, and the house was quiet.

"Nurse, you must be tired, you had better go to bed," said Miss Bessie,
turning to the elderly woman, as we all stood in the hall. "Susan, will
you bring some supper to the dining-room, for Miss Morris and me? What
will you have, Laura?"

"What are you going to have?" asked Miss Laura, with a smile.

"Hot chocolate and tea biscuits."

"Then I will have the same."

"Bring some cake too, Susan," said Miss Bessie, "and something for the
dog. I dare say he would like some of that turkey that was left from
dinner."

If I had had any ears I would have pricked them up at this, for I was
very fond of fowl, and I never got any at the Morrises', unless it might
be a stray bone or two.

What fun we had over our supper! The two girls sat at the big dining
table, and sipped their chocolate, and laughed and talked, and I had
the skeleton of a whole turkey on a newspaper that Susan spread on the
carpet. I was very careful not to drag it about, and Miss Bessie laughed
at me till the tears came in her eyes. "That dog is a gentleman," she
said; "see how he holds bones on the paper with his paws, and strips the
meat off with his teeth. Oh, Joe, Joe, you are a funny dog! And you are
having a funny supper. I have heard of quail on toast, but I never heard
of tu