Chum smiled all over himself. I don't know which pleased him more--the suggestion that he was a very large and fierce dog, or the impossibility now of his travelling with the guard, delightful man though he might be. He gave himself a shake and started for the door. "Tut, tut, it's a great disappointment to me," he said, trying to look disappointed, but his back _would_ wriggle. "This chain business--silly of us not to have known--well, well, we shall be wiser another time. Now let's go home." Poor old Chum; I _had_ known. From a large coat pocket I produced a chain. "_Dash_ it," said Chum, looking up at me pathetically, "you might almost _want_ to get rid of me." He was chained, and the label tied on to him. Forgive me that label, Chum; I think that was the worst offence of all. And why should I label one who was speaking so eloquently for himself; who said from the tip of his little black nose to the end of his stumpy black tail, "I'm a silly old ass, but there's nothing wrong in me, and they're sending me away!" But according to the regulations--one must obey the regulations, Chum. I gave him to the guard--a delightful man. The guard and I chained him to a brake or something. Then the guard went away, and Chum and I had a little talk.... After that the train went off. Good-bye, little dog. INDOORS XXXII. PHYSICAL CULTURE "Why don't you sit up?" said Adela at dinner, suddenly prodding me in the back. Adela is old enough to take a motherly interest in my figure, and young enough to look extremely pretty while doing so. "I always stoop at meals," I explained; "it helps the circulation. My own idea." "But it looks so bad. You ought----" "Don't improve me," I begged. "No wonder you have----" "Hush! I haven't. I got a bullet on the liver in the campaign of '03, due to over smoking; and sometimes it hurts me a little in the cold weather. That's all." "Why don't you try the Hyperion?" "I will. Where is it?" "It isn't anywhere; you buy it." "Oh, I thought you dined at it. What do you buy it for?" "It's one of those developers with elastics and pulleys and so on. Every morning early, for half an hour before breakfast----" "You _are_ trying to improve me," I said suspiciously. "But they are such good things," went on Adela earnestly. "They really do help to make you beautiful----" "I _am_ beautiful." "Well, much more beautiful, and strong----" "Are you being simply as tactful as you can be?" "--and graceful." "It isn't as though you were actually a relation," I protested. Adela continued, full of her idea. "It would do you so much good, you know. Would you promise me to use it every day if I sent you mine?" "Why don't you want yours any more? Are you perfect now?" "You can easily hook it to the wall----" "I suppose," I reflected, "there is a limit of beauty beyond which it is dangerous to go. After that either the thing would come off its hook, or----" "Well," said Adela suddenly, "aren't I looking well?"