through one of the most popular streets when suddenly I discovered that Capi was not with us. This was extraordinary, for he always kept close at our heels. I waited for him to catch up with us. I stood at the entrance of a dark alley and whistled softly, for we could see but a short distance. I was beginning to fear that he had been stolen from us when he came up on the run, holding a pair of woolen stockings between his teeth. Placing his fore paws against me he presented them to me with a bark. He seemed as proud as when he had accomplished one of his most difficult tricks and wanted my approval. It was all done in a few seconds. I stood dumbfounded. Then Mattia seized the stockings with one hand and pulled me down the alley with the other.
"Walk quick, but don't run," he whispered.
He told me a moment later that a man who had hurried past him on the pavement was saying, "Where's that thief? I'll get him!" We went out by the other end of the alley.
"If it had not been for the fog we should have been arrested as thieves," said Mattia.
For a moment I stood almost choking. They had made a thief of my good honest Capi!
"Hold him tight," I said, "and come back to the house."
We walked quickly.
The father and mother were seated at the table folding up material. I threw the pair of stockings down. Allen and Ned laughed.
