"Oh, my _dear_!" gasped Carolyn May. "This is just the most _wonderful_ day! Do you know what Princey just did?" and she proceeded to tell the pale lady all. Prince stood by "smiling" and with his tongue hanging out (Carolyn never _could_ break him of that habit--which she felt was not exactly polite--especially when he was happy) and the baby must needs maul his ears and muzzle again. "I am quite sure he is a very brave and kind dog," the woman said; for if she had a secret reason for not wishing to meet Carolyn again, how could she hurt the child's feelings? Carolyn was quite determined to be friends with her. "Prince loves your baby a whole lot," the little girl said wistfully, "and I know he would like to come to see him." "You must bring Prince, then," said the pale lady, seriously. Yet her eyes danced. "I will tell you how to get to where I live, Carolyn May. But you must first ask your mother if you may come." "Oh, yes," agreed the little girl quickly. "I couldn't go anywhere without asking mother first. But I know she'll let me come, and if nothing happens we will come tomorrow afternoon." "Very well." The pale lady told her how to find the house and what floor she lived on and in which tenement on that floor. It was on Park Avenue, but in that section where the railroad is tracked on an elevated structure and where the houses are very poor and unpleasantly situated. These facts made slight impression on Carolyn's mind, however; and she went home more excited over finding the pale lady again than about Prince's fight with the white bulldog. The news of the latter semi-tragic happening had travelled before her. Mrs. Cameron was on the point of setting forth to hunt for her little daughter, for the children in the block were wildly excited over the escape of the red-haired girl from the jaws of the bulldog. It was not often that Mrs. Cameron allowed herself to be so worried regarding Carolyn, for with Prince by her side the child was able to take complete care of herself in any emergency. The red-haired girl was reported to be in hysterics; and she was screaming that Carolyn May was being eaten up by Gus's big dog. "Why, of course not!" Carolyn said disgustedly. "Prince wouldn't have let him, anyway. And he never even tried to bite me. Dear me! you can't really believe a word that red-haired girl says--not even when she's _historical_." But Prince had won for Carolyn deliverance from one great annoyance. After what had happened even the ill-bred Sade could not bring herself to the point of making faces at the brave dog's mistress. On the way to school one day she presented Carolyn with a huge hothouse tomato--brilliantly scarlet and embarrassingly juicy.