Montague.
The lady got up to take her leave. "And in regard to the dog," said Mrs.
Morris, following her to the door, "if you decide to allow Charlie to
have one, you had better let him come in and have a talk with my boys
about it. They seem to know all the dogs that are for sale in the town."
"Thank you; I shall be most happy to do so. He shall have his dog. When
can you have him?"
"To-morrow, the next day, any day at all. It makes no difference to me.
Let him spend an afternoon and evening with the boys, if you do not
object."
"It will give me much pleasure," and the little lady bowed and smiled,
and after stooping down to pat me, tripped down the steps, and got into
her carriage and drove away.
Mrs. Morris stood looking after her with a beaming face, and I began to
think that I should like Mrs. Montague, too, if I knew her long enough.
Two days later I was quite sure I should, for I had a proof that she
really liked me. When her little boy Charlie came to the house, he
brought something for me done up in white paper. Mrs. Morris opened it,
and there was a handsome, nickel-plated collar, with my name on
it--Beautiful Joe.
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