It is impossible." She looked up at him, holding the little victim pressed close in her arms, utterly regardless of its rough and grimy coat.

Her eyes were swimming with tears.
"As you decide, of course," said De Forest, sulkily, releasing her, and tossing his bridle to the boy.

"Here you, Sim, or Tim, or Jim, or whatever you are, take away the horses, and as you value your tip, mind you don't have any more dogs around the next time I want you." Gerald turned away without another word, gathering up her dress as she best could, and went into the house.

Olly, who had witnessed the whole proceeding enchantedly from the window, ran to meet her.

"I say, let's see him.