"Mother won't care," said Bobby, as the children were walking home. He was very fond of his sister and tried to help her get whatever she wanted. "Sam will let him sleep in the garage and perhaps he will be a ratter. Sam likes a dog that is a ratter." Sam Layton was the man of all work employed by Mr. Blossom.
Meg and Bobby took turns carrying the dog home, and Twaddles mourned the fact that the kiddie car had not been brought along.
"I could have given him a ride," he explained. "What makes his tongue hang out like that, Meg?"
"He's hot," said Meg. "And I think he wants a drink. Let's take him around to the kitchen and give him some water."
As they neared the kitchen door some one spoke to them through the screen.
"Meg! Meg! What's this you do be bringing home with ye? A dog? Most likely it has the mange now, or seme disease ye will all be catching. Why can't ye ever take up with a nice, quiet cat? 'Tis no dog I'll be having in me clean kitchen, mind that!"
