We took the road to the town and stopped in front of a house on Washington Street.

The young man leaned his bicycle up against the house, took a quarter from his pocket and put it in the boy's hand, and lifting me gently in his arms, went up a lane leading to the back of the house.
There was a small stable there.

He went into it, put me down on the floor and uncovered my body.

Some boys were playing about the stable, and I heard them say, in horrified tones, "Oh, Cousin Harry, what is the matter with that dog ?" "Hush," he said.

"Don't make a fuss.