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As usual, Satan stopped before the knick-knack shop. "Tum on, Saty," said Dinnie. Satan reared against the door as he always did, and Dinnie said again: "Tum on, Saty." As usual, Satan dropped to his haunches, but what was unusual, he failed to bark. Now Dinnie had got a new ball for Satan only that morning, so Dinnie stamped her foot. "I tell you to turn on, Saty." Satan never moved.
On he fled, across the crisp fields, leaped the fence and struck the road, lickety- split! for home, while Dinnie dropped sobbing in the snow. "Hitch up a horse, quick," said Uncle Carey, rushing after Dinnie and taking her up in his arms. Ten minutes later, Uncle Carey and Dinnie, both warmly bundled up, were after flying Satan.
And Dinnie laughed merrily, for she saw the fun of the question, and shook her black curls. "He didn't come f'um that place." Distinctly Satan had not come from that place. On the contrary, he might by a miracle have dropped straight from some Happy Hunting-ground, for all the signs he gave of having touched pitch in this or another sphere.
If Uncle Carey, after supper and when Dinnie was in bed, started out of the house, still in his business clothes, Satan would leap out before him, knowing that he too might be allowed to go; but if Uncle Carey had put on black clothes that showed a big, dazzling shirt-front, and picked up his high hat, Satan would sit perfectly still and look disconsolate; for as there were no parties or theatres for Dinnie, so there were none for him.
So the wicked old namesake with the Hoofs and Horns laid a trap for little Satan, and, as he is apt to do, he began laying it early long, indeed, before Christmas. When Dinnie started to kindergarten that autumn, Satan found that there was one place where he could never go. Like the lamb, he could not go to school; so while Dinnie was away, Satan began to make friends.
When he got a new ball, he would hide his old one away until the new one was the worse worn of the two, and then he would bring out the old one again. If Dinnie gave him a nickel or a dime, when they went down-town, Satan would rush into a store, rear up on the counter where the rubber balls were kept, drop the coin, and get a ball for himself. Thus, Satan learned finance.
As usual, Satan stopped before the knick-knack shop. "Tum on, Saty," said Dinnie. Satan reared against the door as he always did, and Dinnie said again: "Tum on, Saty." As usual, Satan dropped to his haunches, but what was unusual, he failed to bark. Now Dinnie had got a new ball for Satan only that morning, so Dinnie stamped her foot. "I tell you to tum on, Saty." Satan never moved.
He sold him to you for for a drink of whiskey." The man whistled. "Bring him out. I'll pay his license." So back went Satan and the little cur to Grandmother Dean's and Dinnie cried when Uncle Carey told her why he was taking the little cur along. With her own hands she put Satan's old collar on the little brute, took him to the kitchen, and fed him first of all.
"Captain Warren here," she said, "was asking where you all found sleeping quarters." Mrs. Moriarty smiled broadly. "Sure, 'tis aisy," she explained. "When the ould man is laid up we're all happy to be a bit uncomfortable. Not that we are, neither. You see, sor, me and Nora and Rosy sleep in the other bed; and Dinnie has a bit of a shakedown in the parlor; and Honora is in the kitchen; and "
If he wanted something to eat, if he wanted Dinnie to go to bed, if he wanted to get out of the door, he would beg beg prettily on his haunches, his little red tongue out and his funny little paws hanging loosely. Indeed, it was just because Satan was so little less than human, I suppose, that old Satan began to be afraid he might have a soul.
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