'Well, if they are true, make them not true,' was the reply. 'Try to be a little brighter and pleasanter to other people, especially to your own people, and see if that doesn't make a difference. Just _try_, for my sake, and as far as Rosamond is concerned I am sure you won't find the trying difficult.' Pat did not speak. He stood there looking before him gravely. But the hard gloomy expression had gone, and after a while he said quietly, 'I _will_ try, but, auntie-- I'm not made right, somehow-- I don't care for their animals and things like that, and I don't care much for games, and I _hate_ ferreting!' 'You care for dogs,' said his aunt. 'Some,' he replied. 'I like clever, affectionate dogs. I don't care for those that think about nothing except hunting and chasing cats and making a row. I like a dog like your Flip, that sits beside you and understands when you want to be quiet.' 'Flip _is_ a dear,' Aunt Mattie agreed. 'But, O Hec! what are you doing?' for at that moment a pile of toys came clattering down within an ace of Ger's head, from the top shelf of the cupboard, whereupon Ger set up a scream, though he was not the least hurt, and the toys, being principally wooden bricks, were not hurt either. Still peace was destroyed between the two little boys, and their aunt proposed that they should get their hats and go out with her and Pat to meet the others. These 'others,' in the meantime, had been enjoying themselves more or less--very much as regarded the boys, Justin especially, for there was nothing he liked better than showing off his animals, and Archie's pleasure was only damped by his noticing signs of fear every now and then on Rosamond's part. She did her best to hide them, poor little girl, and to trust Justin's loud assurances that the growls of the puppies' mother were only meant for 'how do you do? so pleased to see you. Aren't the little people looking well?' or civil speeches of that kind, translated into dog-language, though these assurances were not quite in keeping with the quick way in which he pulled back her hand when she timidly stooped down to stroke one of the black-and-tan babies. 'I'll pick it up for you,' he said, and so he did, taking care first to shut the stable door on the anxious mother. 'It _is_ a nice soft little thing,' said Miss Mouse, when she had got it safe in her arms, 'but--oh it's going to bite me,' and but for fear of hurting it, she would have got rid of master puppy in double-quick time. 'He won't really hurt you--it's only little snaps that do no harm,' said Archie; 'but I'll put him back again, and then p'raps we'd better show her the rabbits and the pigeons--_they're_ not frightening.' 'No,' agreed Rosamond,' I'd like to see them very much.' 'And,' said Justin, forgetting his promise to his aunt, 'the ferrets-- Tom Brick has got his ferrets here to-day, you know, Archie. They are going to have a good rat hunt to-morrow morning.'