Then he went home and cut a glove in pieces and sewed the pieces together, slowly but solidly as soldiers and sailors do sew. So that when, two nights later, the claws and the voice of Alcibiades roused Judy from sleep--her aunt most fortunately slept on the other side of the house--she found, after the first rapturous hug of reunion, a something under the hand that caressed the neck of Alcibiades. The gaslight in her own room defined the something as a bag of leather, the tan leather of which gentlemen's gloves are made. There was a bit of worn strap hanging below it. Within was a note. "A thousand thanks for bringing him home. If he _should_ run away again, please let me know. And don't trouble to send him back. I'll call for him, if I may. "RICHARD GRAEME." Judy would very much have liked to let Captain Graeme call, but there are such things as aunts. She tied another note to the "cur's" collar and wired him once more to the Paragon House railings. The note said: "It's no use. He can bite through leather. Do use a chain." Next time Alcibiades returned he dragged a half yard of fine chain. It was neatly filed, but Judy was a woman and the detail escaped her. That morning she and Alcibiades slept late, the dressing-bell was ringing as she woke. The cook helped; the Aunt most fortunately had a luncheon engagement with a Tabby in Sidcup. Alcibiades being promised a walk later, consented to wait, trifling with a bone, in silence and the coal cellar. At eleven Judy rewarded his patience. She went out with him, and somehow it seemed wise to put on a pleasant-coloured dress, and one's best furs and one's prettiest hat. "I am afraid I shall see him," she told herself; "but," she added, "I am much more afraid that my aunt will see Alcibiades." On the edge of the Heath she met him. "Here's the dear dog," she said. "Oh, can't you find a stronger chain?" "I'll try," said he. "What a ripping day, isn't it? Oh, are you going straight back? I wish we'd met anywhere but at a bazaar." "So do I," she said heartfeltly, and caressed the now careless Aberdeen: it was at a bazaar that she had had to sell that angel. "Mayn't I walk home with you?" he said. And she could not think of any polite way of saying no, though she knew just how terrible Alcibiades would make the final parting. Next morning the chain dragged by Alcibiades was slightly thicker; it also was filed, and this too Judy failed to notice. Early as it was she did not go out in the mackintosh but in something simple and blue, with kingfisher's wings in her hat. The morning was thinly bright. Alcibiades saw a cat and chased it towards Morden College just as Judy met Captain Graeme. It was, for her, impossible not to follow the "cur." And how could the Captain do otherwise than follow, too? And if two people walk together it is churlish not to talk.