Briton marched in first, and a bigger and more noble-looking fellow was never seen.

Veevee said he couldn't stand another dog in the place.

So he started up, barking loudly, and offering to fight the mastiff to the death on the spot.

But Briton stepped gingerly over the little dog, and went and lay quietly down on the rug.
Then in bustled the professor himself, very droll, very small, clean-shaven, merry-eyed, and with as much hair on his great head as would have stuffed a cushion.

He bowed and smiled to all, patted the children, and at last sat down to supper.
All made a very hearty supper, though it was long past the children's bed-time.