rightly, so she opened the door and asked, "Will you come in, Mr. Dog?"
Pierre needed no second invitation, and slipped inside quickly as though fearing she might change her mind when she saw the sad condition of his toilet.
On the threshold of the living-room, he stopped doubtfully.
"Will you step in and take a chair, Mr. Dog?" inquired the kind lady.
Without the slightest hesitation, and seeming to comprehend what was said perfectly, Pierre slipped over the threshold and made for the master's easy-chair.
He reached this favorite seat with an easy bound as though he was used to the best chair, and there he sat straight as a drum-major, ears cocked, eyes snapping, waiting for the next move on this interesting program.
