Rosie, you really must try to restrain the mischievous propensities of your pet." "I do, grandpa," she said, flashing an angry glance at Lulu; "but I can't keep him in sight every minute; and, if people will leave things in his way, I think they are more to blame than he is if he spoils them." "Tut, tut! don't speak to me in that manner," said her grandfather.

"If your dog continues to damage valuable property, he shall be sent away." Rosie made no reply, but colored deeply as she turned and walked away with her pet in her arms.
"Now, Lulu," said Mr.Dinsmore, not unkindly, "remember that in future you are not to bring a valuable book such as this, out here.

If you want to look at them, do so in the library." "Yes, sir, I will.

I'm very sorry about that; but if you'll tell me, please, how much it would cost to buy another just like it, I'll write to papa, and I know he will pay for it." "I thought you proposed to pay for it yourself," remarked Mr.Dinsmore grimly.
"Yes, sir; but I don't wish to keep you waiting; papa wouldn't wish it.
He sends his children pocket-money every once in a while, and I'd ask him to keep back what he considered my share till it would count up to as much as the price of the book." "Well, child, that is honorable and right," Mr.Dinsmore said in a pleasanter tone; "but I think we will let the matter rest now till your father comes, which I trust will be before a very great while." Rosie, knowing that her grandfather was quite capable of carrying out his threat, lacking neither the ability nor the will to do so, curtailed the liberty of her pet, and exerted herself to keep him out of mischief.
Still, he occasionally came in Lulu's way, and when he did was very apt to receive a blow or kick.
He had a fashion of catching at her skirts with his teeth, and giving them a jerk, which was very exasperating to her--all the more so, that Rosie evidently enjoyed seeing him do it.
A stop would have been put to the "fun" if the older people of the family had happened to be aware of what was going on; but the dog always seemed to seize the opportunity when none of them were by, and Lulu scorned to tell tales.
One morning, about a week after the accident to the book, Lulu, coming down a little before the ringing of the breakfast-bell, found Max on the veranda.
"Don't you want to take a ride with me after breakfast, Lu ?" he asked.
"Mamma Vi says I can have her pony; and, as Rosie doesn't care to go, of course you can ride hers." "How do you know Rosie doesn't want to ride ?" asked Lulu.
"Because I heard her tell her mother she didn't; that she meant to drive over to Roselands with grandpa Dinsmore instead; that he had told her he expected to go there to see Cal about some business matter, and would take her with him.

So you see, her pony won't be wanted; and grandma Elsie has often said we could have it whenever it wasn't in use or tired, and of course it must be quite fresh this morning." "Then I'll go," said Lulu with satisfaction; for she was extremely fond of riding, especially when her steed was Rosie's pretty, easy-going pony, Gyp.
So Max ordered the two ponies to be in readiness; and, as soon as breakfast was over, Lulu hastened to her room to prepare for her ride.
But in the mean time Mr.Dinsmore had told Rosie he had, for some reason, changed his plans, and should wait till afternoon to make his call at Roselands.
Then Rosie, glancing from the window, and seeing her pony at the door, ready saddled and bridled, suddenly decided to take a ride, ran to her room, donned riding hat and habit, and was down again a little in advance of Lulu.
Max, who was on the veranda, waiting for his sister, felt rather dismayed at sight of Rosie, as she came tripping out in riding-attire.
"O Rosie! excuse me," he said.