A magnificent fellow," Mrs.Seal agreed.

"A kind of St.Bernard, she tells me--so like Kit to have a St.Bernard.And you guard your mistress well, don't you, Sailor?
You see that wicked men don't break into her larder when she's out at HER work--helping poor souls who have lost their way....

But we're late--we must begin!" and scattering the rest of the water indiscriminately over the floor, she hurried Mary into the committee-room..