Yes, I think I'll send him to the boarding kennels.

And, if it weren't for leaving you alone to face things here, I'd be tempted to hire a stall at the kennels for myself, till the pest is gone." The next day, came a ray of light in the bothered gloom.

And the question of the boarding kennels was dropped.

The Mistress received a letter from Cyril's mother.

The European trip had been cut short, for business reasons; and the two travelers expected to land in New York on the following Friday.
"Who dares say Friday is an unlucky day ?" chortled the Master in glee, as his wife reached this stage of the letter.
"And," the Mistress read on, "we will come out to the Place, on the noon train; and take darling Cyril away with us.