library, thus avoiding Isabel, and sought her own room, singing to
herself:

"The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn,
The morning's at seven,
The hillside's dew-pearled,
The lark's on the wing,
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His heaven--
All's right with the world!"






IX

A KNIGHT-ERRANT

Another mongrel had been added to the Crosby collection, so the canine
herd now numbered twenty, all in the best of health and spirits. Some
unpleasantness had been caused at the breakfast table by a gentle hint
from Juliet to the effect that the dog supply seemed somewhat in excess
of the demand. She had added insult to injury by threatening to
chloroform the next dog her brother brought home.

"Huh!" Romeo sneered, "they're as much yours as mine. You brought home
the spotted one yourself."