Miss Williams and Rose were yet in the dining-room lingering over a late
dinner.
"I'll see," said the maid, but dog and peddler followed her at once into
the presence of the ladies.
Quite a ripple of amusement was created at the novel sight of the dog
bearing the peddler's pack.
"Ladies, I beg your pardon," cried the queer looking man, lifting his hat
and thrusting it under his arm.
Then he called the dog, unfastened the tin box and opened it, displaying
Yankee notions in abundance.
But Miss Alstine wanted none of these.
Janet and the maid, however, seemed quite pleased with the display, and
examined everything in the box, while Rose petted the dog, a shaggy,
good-natured fellow.
The peddler, while expatiating on the good qualities of his goods,
managed to steal to the side of Rose.
"Keep up your grit, Miss, they won't capture August. He is innocent, and
the guilty one will ere long be brought to justice."
Thus whispered the peddler in the ear of the young girl.
Rose manifested her surprise with a short and half-smothered exclamation.
"Get down, Tige.
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