"Oh, you nuisance!" apostrophized Miss Lovina, wiping up the wine drops with her handkerchief. "He’s been to get the cow with Obed. He goes every night, and he always races home like a mad thing, just as though it had come over him up in the pastur’ that p’raps I’d give him the slip and go off somewheres without him. No sir, don’t you touch that cookie box!" for the terrier’s eyes were gleaming through the mat of hair, and his mobile nose worked hungrily, first toward Page’s hand, and then toward the base of supplies. "H’m! He evidently knows those cookies, and agrees with my estimate of them," said the young man, breaking a piece and offering it to the dog as he returned alertly from Miss Berry’s vigorous push. The creature swallowed the morsel, and at each mouthful Page took thereafter, became convulsed throughout his rough body, then planted his four feet firmly and expectantly, and emitted a little bark. "This is an innovation," continued the guest. "Pearfield does move, it seems, after all." "Oh, well," sighed Miss Lovina, lifting the cookie box to a safe perch on the table, "it’s none o’ my doin’. Since the last season you spent here I haven’t made it any reg’lar thing to keep summer boarders; but last year a lady was here with her children, and nurse, and this dog. They had him new for a plaything for the children, and they was too little to like him. He’s the livest thing, Blitzen is, that ever walked, anyway. No, I ain’t talkin’ to you. Keep down! And he scared the children with his wild ways. The upshot of it was, they all went off and left him on my hands. Mrs. Siddall said it was so much trouble to travel with him that if he bothered me I might give him away to somebody in the village. Humph! That was all very well to say. I’ve given him to four folks already." Page smiled and gave the dog another mouthful. "Wise Blitzen. He knows which side his bread is buttered on," was his comment. "He wouldn’t stay tied up, nor shut up, no more ’n a witch," continued Miss Berry, "and every time he’d come back, he looked rougher than the last time; and when he’d catch sight o’ me, he’d act foolish and actually laugh. It’s a fact. He’d grin till he showed every tooth in his head. Of course I gave in at last. I had to. He’s a knowin’ critter," sighed Miss Lovina; "he knows everything on earth only just that I don’t want him. He’s set out to deny that, and he’ll stick to it." "He seems to be a fine dog of his kind," said Page. "Yes. They said he cost a lot o’ money," returned Miss Berry, regarding the terrier dubiously. "I did think though, first off, that I should never get to tell quick which was which end of him. He hasn’t got tail enough to wag, and he’s so rough and queer he’s given me a start many a time barkin’ in the direction I didn’t expect. What were we talkin’ about when Blitzen broke in?"