"I'm really awfully sorry," he exclaimed.
"If this sort of thing goes on I'll have to send him home to-morrow." Poor Panton looked thoroughly put out and annoyed.

But Bubbles came to his rescue--Bubbles and the young man whom the doctor now knew to be Bill Donnington.
"Come on, Bill! We'll take him round to the kitchen.

You don't mind, do you ?" Span's owner shook his head; devoted though he was to his dog, he felt he could well do without Span for a while.
After Bubbles and Donnington had disappeared together, their eager voices could be heard from the paved court-yard which connected two of the wings of Wyndfell Hall.

Span was barking now, barking eagerly, happily, confidently.

And when the two young people reappeared they were both laughing.
"He's taken to the cook tremendously," said Bubbles.