'Don't abuse her to Bruce,' said Edith, as they went in. 'Certainly not. But why do you mind?' 'I don't know; I suppose I like her.' Madame Frabelle laughed. 'How strange you are!' She lowered her voice as they walked upstairs, and said: 'To tell the real truth, she gave me a shiver down the spine. I believe that girl capable of anything. That dark skin with those pale blue eyes! I strongly suspect she has a touch of the tarbrush.' 'My dear! Nonsense. You can't have looked at her fine little features and her white hands.' 'Why is she so dark?' 'There may have been Italian or Spanish blood in her family,' said Edith, laughing. 'It's not a symptom of crime.' 'There may, indeed,' replied Madame Frabelle in a tone of deep meaning, as they reached the door of her room. 'But, mark my words, Edith, that's a dangerous woman!' * * * * * An event had occurred in the Ottley household during their absence. Archie had brought home a dog and implored his mother to let him keep it. 'What sort of dog is it?' asked Edith. 'Come and look at it. It isn't any particular _sort_. It's just a dog.' 'But, my dear boy, you're going to school the day after tomorrow, and you can't take it with you.' 'I know; but I'll teach Dilly to look after it.' It was a queer, rough, untidy-looking creature; it seemed harmless enough; a sort of Dobbin in _Vanity Fair_ in the canine world. 'It's an inconsistent dog. Its face is like a terrier's, and its tail like a sort of spaniel,' said Archie. 'But I think it might be trained to a bloodhound.' 'You do, do you? What use would a bloodhound be to Dilly?' 'Well, you never know. It might be very useful.' 'I'm afraid there's not room in the house for it.' 'Oh, Mother!' both the children cried together. 'We _must_ keep it!' 'Was it lost?' she asked. Archie frowned at Dilly, who was beginning to say, 'Not exactly.' 'Tell me how you got it.' 'It was just walking along, and I took its chain. The chain was dragging on the ground.' 'You stole it,' said Dilly. Archie flew at her, but Edith kept him back. 'Stole it! I didn't! Its master had walked on and evidently didn't care a bit about it, poor thing. That's not stealing.' 'If Master Archie wants to keep a lot of dogs, he had better take them with him to school,' said the nurse. 'I don't want nothing to do with no dogs, not in this nursery.' 'There's only one thing to be done, Archie; you must take care of it for the next day or two, and I shall advertise in the paper for its master.' 'Oh, mother!' 'Don't you see it isn't even honest to keep it?' Archie was bitterly disappointed, but consoled at the idea of seeing the advertisement in the paper. 'How can we advertise it? We don't know what name it answers to.' 'It would certainly be difficult to describe,' said Edith.