But of course I didn't know she was Mrs. Crofton _then_. I got the dog
into the post-office garden and then I went back into the church to tell
her the coast was clear. But she waited a bit, for she was awfully afraid
that he might get out again."
"What a goose she must be"--this from Jack.
"She asked if she were likely to meet any other dog in the road; so I
asked her where she lived, and then she told me she was Mrs. Crofton, and
that she had only arrived this morning. I offered to walk home with her,
and then we had quite a talk. She has the same kind of feeling about dogs
that some people have about cats."
"That's rather queer!" said Tom suddenly, "for her husband bred
wire-haired terriers. Colonel Crofton sold Flick to Godfrey Radmore last
year--don't you remember?"
He appealed to Betty, who always remembered everything.
"Yes," she said quietly, "I was just thinking of that. Colonel Crofton
wrote Timmy such a nice letter telling him how to manage Flick. It does
seem strange that she should have that feeling about dogs."
Again Timmy's shrill voice rose in challenge. "I should hate _my_ wife
not to like dogs," he cried pugnaciously.
"It'll take you all your time to make her like _you_, old man," observed
Tom.
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