With a swift movement of her hand she swept the poor little creature, as if it had been a noxious insect, yards away.
"Carlotta!" I cried angrily, springing to my feet.
The ladies who owned the beast rushed to their whining pet and looked astonished daggers at Carlotta.

When they picked it up, it sat dangling a piteous paw.

Carlotta rose, merely scared at my anger.

I raised my hat.
"I am more than sorry.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.