I'm goin' to treat you to something nice fo' that, Hero.

Wait till I run back up-stairs and get my purse." Anxious to make him do something else interesting, Howl still followed the dog.

He tickled his paws, turned his ears back and blew in them and blindfolded him with a dirty handkerchief.
Lloyd was gone longer than she intended, for she could not find her purse for several minutes, and she stopped to tell her mother of Hero's performance with the sofa pillow.

When she went into the parlour again, both boys were kneeling beside the dog.

Their backs were toward the door, Henderson had brought the shawl-strap, and they were using it for the further discomfort of the patient old St.Bernard.
"Here, Henny, you sit on his head," commanded Howl, "and I'll buckle his hind feet to his fore feet, so that when he tries to walk he'll wabble around and tip over.