friend from Meadowdale called, and disclosed Pierre's identity.
She had seen the great actress in her private car, when she was playing in the city, and had there made the acquaintance of the Airedale.
"Why, what in the world!" she cried. "Where did you get Madame Bernier's dog?"
"He adopted us," the author replied, and explained briefly.
"He ran away when she was playing in Meadowdale," the lady continued. "Madame advertised for him and was nearly heart-broken, but they could not find him. Pierre, come here, you rascal," she concluded.
A more delighted dog than he was at the mention of his name could not be imagined. He fairly bounded into the lady's
