tell. It
seems a hundred thousand years since we were together. Jimmie Bronson,
however did you know that I'd made arrangements for Solomon to come to
Waloo?"

"I didn't know but I wanted to leave Mifflin and I couldn't let old Sol
stay alone. You know Aunt Nora died just after you left and there
wasn't any home for me any more. I wanted to see the world so I
thought I'd bring the pup and if you didn't want him I'd be glad to
keep him. He's a dandy dog and he's valuable. He's helped to more
than pay our way." He jingled the contents of his pocket so that they
could hear how Solomon had helped.

"How did he do that, Jimmie? I'm sorry about your Aunt Nora but now
you have one more friend in Heaven and you've lots left on earth. He's
got heaps of friends right here, hasn't he?" She looked at Bob Strahan
and the two girls for confirmation of her words. "We're all friends in
Waloo. But how did Solomon help you to earn your way?"

Jimmie laughed sheepishly. "I've taught him a lot of new tricks. He's
a smart dog and learned like lightning. Folks were glad to see him
perform. I never asked for pay but they always gave me something. I
could have sold him half a dozen times for big money but he's your dog,
Mary Rose, so I brought him right along."

"Show us his new tricks," begged Mary Rose. "Show them to us this
minute."

So Miss Thorley and Miss Carter, with Mary Rose between them, and Bob
Strahan sat down on the broad front steps and watched Jimmie Bronson
put Solomon through his repertoire. Mrs. Schuneman and Lottie joined
them and from their windows Mrs. Bracken and Mrs. Willoughby watched
the performance. Solomon really was a clever dog and Jimmie had been
an excellent teacher so that the entertainment was very creditable.
They were all so interested in it that they never saw an addition to
their number until a harsh strident voice sounded beside them. It made
Mary Rose jump and Mrs. Bracken and Mrs. Willoughby suddenly left their
windows.

"Mein lieber Gott!" Mrs. Schuneman rose involuntarily and heavily to
her feet. "It's Mr. Wells!"

"What's this? What's this?" Lightning flashed from Mr. Wells' eyes
and thunder rumbled in his voice. No wonder everyone was startled.
"Dogs aren't allowed here. Where's Donovan? He shouldn't allow such a
nuisance. Run along, boy, and take your dog with you. You aren't
allowed here!"

"It isn't his dog." Mary Rose ran in front of him. "It's my dog a