looked less kissable than Dolores Mohun at that moment. Was it not
cruel and hypocritical to talk of this tiresome multitude as ever
making home?




CHAPTER IV.

TURNED IN AMONG THEM



'Do you like pets?' asked Mysie eagerly, as her mother left the two
girls together.

'I never had any,' said Dolores.

'Oh how dreadful! Why, old Cockie, and Aga and Begum, the two oldest
pussies, have been everywhere with us. And, besides, there's Basto,
the big Pyrenean dog, and,--oh, here comes little Quiz, mamma's little
Maltese--Quiz, Quiz.'

Dolores started, she did not like either dogs or cats; and the little
spun-glass looking dog smelt about her.

'I must go and feed my guinea-pig,' said Mysie; 'won't you come? Here
are some over shoes and Poncho.'

Dolores was afraid Poncho was another beast, but it turned out to be a