"Rollo! Rollo!" called a clear young voice, and he saw two ladles returning from a walk.

Rollo, at the first call, galloped back to his mistress, and was evidently receiving an admonition, and promising good behaviour.

The two ladies entered the house, while he lay down on the step, with his lion-like paw hanging down, watching Norman with a brilliant pair of hazel eyes.

Norman, after a little more wondering when Mr.Rivers would have done with his father, betook himself to civil demonstrations to the creature, who received them with dignity, and presently, after acknowledging with his tail, various whispers of "Good old fellow," and "Here, old Rollo!" having apparently satisfied himself that the young gentleman was respectable, he rose, and vouchsafed to stand up with his forepaws in the gig, listening amiably to Norman's delicate flatteries.

Norman even began to hope to allure him into jumping on the seat: but a great bell rang, and Rollo immediately turned round, and dashed off, at full speed, to some back region of the house.
"So, old fellow, you know what the dinner-bell means," thought Norman.
"I hope Mr.Rivers is hungry too.