It was most unseemly.
"Naughty dog!" said the voice outside the window.

"Go home! Don't dare to lick my hand!" One of the choir members grew red in the face and choked.

It was outrageous! And then, as if nothing at all had happened, the girl who had been the cause of the whole unfortunate incident entered and walked down the aisle.

She appeared to be quite undisturbed; was, in fact, smiling.

Every eye in the church followed her as, a little out of breath, a little flushed, with dark hair slightly disarranged as if from an exciting chase, she took her seat, unconscious, or careless, of them all.