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The explanation is the war." Doggie laughed. "Vive la guerre!" said he. "Mais non! Be serious. We must come to an understanding." In her preoccupation she forgot the rules laid down for the guidance of jeunes filles bien élevées, and unthinkingly perched herself full on the kitchen table on the corner of which Doggie sat in a one-legged way. Doggie gasped again.
I'd sooner die than go back there with my tail between my legs. I'd sooner enlist as a private soldier." "Enlist?" said Phineas, and he drew himself up straight and gaunt. "Well, why not?" "Enlist?" echoed Doggie in a dull tone. "Have you never contemplated such a possibility?" "Good God, no!" said Doggie. "I have enlisted.
Naturally. They're out fighting. But when they come home on leave, life goes on just the same as before tennis parties, little dances, dinners. Of course, lots of people are hard hit. Did I tell you that Jack Paunceby was killed the only son? The war's awful and dreadful, I know but if we don't go through with it cheerfully, what's the good of us?" "I think I'm pretty cheerful," said Doggie.
Presently the Dean good, tactful man discovered that he must go out and have a prescription made up at a chemist's. That arch-Hun enemy, the gout, against which he must never be unprepared. He would be back in time for dinner. The engaged couple were left alone. "Well?" said Peggy. "Well, dear?" said Doggie. Her lips invited. He responded.
By great luck I had taen the other beast to Edinbro', sae Dumple was as fresh as a rose Sae aff I set, and Wasp wi' me, for ye wad really hae thought he kenn'd where I was gaun, puir beast; and here I am after a trot o' sixty mile, or near by. But Wasp rade thirty of them afore me on the saddle, and the puir doggie balanced itself as ane o' the weans wad hae dune, whether I trotted or cantered."
Poor little doggie! he suffered grievously for his brave defence, and for months the wounds were a great distress to him and to us; but all that loving care could do was done, and once more his wonderful constitution enabled him to regain health and strength.
"It has been taken and retaken by Germans and French and English, mon pauvre ami, until there is no farm left. You ought to understand that." It was a thing that Doggie most perfectly understood: a patch of hideous wilderness, of poisoned, shell-scarred, ditch-defiled, barren, loathsome earth. And her other relations?
Also because I could not live on charity on my friend, for, voyez-vous, I was without a sou all my money having been hidden in the well by Père Grigou." Doggie leant his elbows on the table. "And you have come through all that, Mademoiselle Jeanne, just as you are ?" "How, just as I am?" "So gentle and kind and comprehending?" Her cheek flushed.
How many litters?" "It's the finest collection of the kind in the world," replied Doggie stiffly, "and is worth several thousand pounds." Oliver heaved himself into a chair that was Doggie's impression of his method of sitting down a Sheraton chair with delicate arms and legs. "Forgive me," he said, "but you're such a funny devil." Doggie gaped. The conception of himself as a funny devil was new.
Even Emma, who loved so dearly to play with him, and ride on the sled after him, seemed ready to part with him when she found it would make Arthur happy. Yet it was with a mournful voice, she told him, as she patted him and stroked his long ears, "You must be a good doggie, Rover, and make my brother Arthur happy. He be good brother, and you must be good doggie too. Won't you, Rover, good fellow?"
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