"Come and see," was all that he would say.
Then he took us into the stable where he keeps Nobby, the big brown
horse, who likes sugar.
Now Nobby was not there, but in the straw were seven little puppy
dogs--oh, so sweet and cuddly!
Jock danced round and round the farmer. "May we have one?" he said.
"Ask mother," said the farmer, and off we ran at once.
Mother was at the garden gate.
We ran up to her. Jock was first, but it was nearly a dead heat.
Mother opened the gate and said,--
"Well, what have you seen to-day?"
"O mother," said Jock, out of breath.
"O mother _dear_" I said, out of breath also.
"Farmer has such lovely puppies," we both said at once. "May we have
one to keep?"
By this time we both had our arms round mother's waist, and she was
laughing.
"Yes, we can," I said, for I _knew_.
"If _father_ says yes," said mother. "You must ask him when he comes
home."
So we went to the station to meet him. Jock took his bag, and I took
his paper parcel to carry it home for him.
On the way home I asked him if he liked dogs, and he said, "Of
course."
Then Jock said, "_Little_ dogs?"
"Oh, yes."
"_Puppy_ dogs?"
"One at a time is all right.
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