"Your dog doesn't look especially ferocious."
"Still, I beg a thousand pardons," repeated the Prince. "I should have
kept my eye on him. Come here, Jax," he called, "and make your apologies
to the ladies."
Jax crawled up very humbly and Susie stooped and patted his head.
"Poor Jax," she said. "It wasn't your fault, I know. I'm sure that
little spaniel insulted you!"
Jax licked her hand gratefully, and the Prince looked on with an
admiration he did not attempt to conceal.
"Would you like him?" he asked, eagerly.
Susie started up with crimsoning cheeks.
"No, thank you," she said, and taking her sister's arm, she walked on,
chin in air.
The Prince gazed after her, wide-eyed, for a moment, then turned
resolutely and continued on his way.
"Well," began Nell, at the end of a minute, "he quite took my breath
away!"
"Which he?" queried Sue.
"Both of them; but the first especially. That kick bespoke football
training."
"And he has evidently kept in condition," added Sue. "The owner of the
dog wasn't a bad-looking fellow, either--interesting, too, I haven't a
doubt, and I do like interesting people! But the nerve of him--offering
me his dog! I'm afraid we need a chaperon, after all, my dear."
"Yes," agreed Nell, "perhaps we do. But it would be an awful bother.
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