Carolyn was usually willing to go on errands, for in that way lay adventure. Around the corner, up and across the avenue, and easterly on another and much poorer block, was a small grocery and delicatessen store much patronized by frugal housewives of the neighbourhood. The little girl never went to this store without taking Prince with her. Prince was only a "mongorel," as Carolyn herself admitted. But he had a fighting strain of blood in him and he was afraid of nothing that went on four legs or two. But all dogs were not like Prince, as Carolyn May very well knew. On one corner of the block where the delicatessen store was situated was a very bad "store." Some corner "stores" were bad. Carolyn did not just know how it was; but she knew it to be a fact. This particular "store" was such that she often crossed the street and walked on the other side to avoid it, and recrossed again when she arrived opposite the delicatessen shop. Sometimes a big pursy man with a very red face and wearing a white apron stood outside the swinging two-leaved door of the corner "store," while at his feet squatted a blear-eyed bulldog of a dirty white colour. Now, a thoroughbred bulldog is never a coward and always a gentleman. But the saloon man's fat dog was a crossbreed and had only the bulldog's savage appearance without the faithfulness and kindness that makes the bull an aristocrat among dogs. If one showed fear of the corner store dog that cowardly creature bristled up directly, showed his ugly fangs, and put on so threatening a front that the victim immediately felt himself in peril of his life. The mere appearance of the bowlegged dog with his undershot jaw and hanging dewlaps "all a-slobber," frightened most of the neighbourhood children to a respectful distance from his owner's place of business. But sometimes they forgot and got a good scare, if nothing worse, by coming too near the bulldog. It was said that once the ugly dog had bitten a child and "Gus," the big man in the white apron, had had to pay damages. One afternoon Carolyn May was sent by her mother to the delicatessen store in question, and of course she took Prince on his leash. Unfortunately when Carolyn came out of the house, there was the red-haired girl with some of her friends right across the way. Now, there can be nothing that so fills the soul with rage, whether one be eight years old or eighty, as to be made ridiculous in the eyes of one's fellows. The more silly the means by which one is flouted and belittled the sharper the smart. As soon as Sade saw Carolyn and her dog, she began to make faces. These grimaces were ignored by Carolyn. She walked away in a manner quite as dignified as that of Prince himself. Prince paid no attention to "faces" made at him by other dogs unless he meant to punish his opponents in proper fashion. Prince was no "bluffer."