"He's ever so much better," Meg informed him. "He can wag his leg some."
"His tail, you mean," corrected Bobby. "Dogs don't wag their legs."
"They do, too," argued Meg. "Anyway this one does, so that shows he is better. And I've thought up a name for him. I'm going to call him Philip."
Bobby stared.
"What do you want to call him that for?" he said curiously.
"I read it in a book," answered Meg. "He looks as if he ought to be named Philip."
Bobby was too surprised to argue, and just then Mother Blossom called to them that Sam was coming back with the car and they hurried out to see who could go to the station.
"Aunt Polly will like to see us," declared Dot confidently. "And this dress is just as clean, Mother. There's only a tiny speck of egg on a tuck—it doesn't show a bit."
Mother Blossom sat down on the top step and pulled Dot into her lap.
"It's a duck of a clean frock," she assured her
