Hardyman, feasting his eyes on the pretty, changeful face that looked up at him with such innocent confidence in his authority, drew her away from the door by the one means at his disposal.

He returned to his questions about Tommie.
"Wait a little, please.

What sort of dog is he ?" Isabel turned back again from the door.

To describe Tommie was a labor of love.

"He is the most beautiful dog in the world!" the girl began, with kindling eyes.