Alexander stalked back to the corner of
the street. The collie paced toward the side gate whence he had issued,
affecting to remember something of great importance. They disappeared.
Once out of sight of one another they began to bark furiously.
"Well, I NEVER!" exclaimed Trina in great disgust. "The way those two
dogs have been carrying on you'd 'a' thought they would 'a' just torn
each other to pieces when they had the chance, and here I'm wasting the
whole morning----" she closed her window with a bang.
"Sick 'im, sick 'im," called Maria Macapa, in a vain attempt to promote
a fight.
Old Miss Baker came out of the vestibule, pursing her lips, quite
put out at the fiasco. "And after all that fuss," she said to herself
aggrievedly.
The little dressmaker bought an envelope of nasturtium seeds at the
florist's, and returned to her tiny room in the flat. But as she slowly
mounted the first flight of steps she suddenly came face to face with
Old Grannis, who was coming down. It was between eight and nine, and
he was on his way to his little dog hospital, no doubt. Instantly Miss
Baker was seized with trepidation, her curious little false curls shook,
a faint--a very faint--flush came into her withered cheeks, and her
heart beat so violently under the worsted shawl that she felt obliged
to shift the market-basket to her other arm and put out her free hand to
steady herself against the rail.
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