"Mother," he said, turning to his wife, "let the dog go."
"Very well," she said, in a puzzled way. "Jack, just run over with him,
and tell Mrs. Drury how he is acting, and that I will be very much
obliged if she will let him stay all night with Laura."
Jack sprang up, seized his cap, and raced down the front steps, across
the street, through the gate, and up the gravelled walk, where the
little stones were all hard and fast in the frost.
The Drurys lived in a large, white house, with trees all around it, and
a garden at the back. They were rich people and had a great deal of
company. Through the summer I had often seen carriages at the door, and
ladies and gentlemen in light clothes walking over the lawn, and
sometimes I smelled nice things they were having to eat They did not
keep any dogs, nor pets of any kind, so Jim and I never had an excuse to
call there.
Jack and I were soon at the front door, and he rang the bell and gave me
in charge of the maid who opened it. The 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.
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