The Dwarf Woman  ~—=_:1135

the farm when he was not there to look at
them. His hair began to stiver.

“Talked to the children,” he growled.
“What business had she to do anything
of the sort? And what were you about,
Ginger? Did you bark?”

“Bark? No, why should I?” gaped the
little dog; ‘I don’t want to be thought such
an old curmudgeon as you. No. I ate
honey-cakes. Delicious!”

“T thought I smelt some sickly stuff in
the air,” said old Wolf. ‘“ Now, I tell you
what, Ginger. By rights I should give you
a good shaking, but if you don’t learn it
that way you’d better look out, for if you
go listening to tramps, and eating all the
stuff they give you, one of these fine days
we shall find you with your four legs out
stiff and the house broken into. So don’t
say I haven’t warned you.”

“Pooh!” said Ju-Ju rudely. For he
heard Joan’s voice in the passage, and he
knew she would not let him be hurt.

Meanwhile the dwarf woman was crossing