At the worst one can only impute carelessness--" "Oh, but it wasn't carelessness! You don't know Buster.

He's the _cleverest_ dog! He hid.

I had no idea that he was with me until he bounded past me at the church door.

And though I whistled and tried to grab him he was in before I knew it.

I'll make him sit up meekly and beg your pardon." A flush of what in a layman might have been anger crimsoned the minister's cheek.
"You are well aware," stiffly, "that I am not referring to the incident of the dog." "To what then?
I am sorry I wasn't listening but you seemed to be scolding and I couldn't think of anything else." Even the abstruse Mr.
Macnair saw that her surprise was genuine.