Next he trotted over to Uncle John.

The big white handkerchief attracted him and one corner hung down from the edge of the reclining chair.

Mumbles sat up and reached for it, but could not quite get it in his teeth.
So he sat down and thought it over, and presently made a leap so unexpectedly agile that Patsy roared with merriment and even the Major grinned.

Uncle John, aroused, sat up and found the puppy rolling on the floor and fighting the handkerchief as if it had been some deadly foe.
"Thank goodness," sighed the Major.

"The little black rascal has providently prevented you from evolving another idea." "Not so," responded Mr.Merrick amiably.