"I'm a Presbyterian, Miss Car'line," said Katy reprovingly. "You'd better go on with your lessons," and she threw up the window from the outside. A great puff of spring air burst into the room and turned it into a garden. Moist turf and sprouting leaves, wet flagstones and blowing fruit-blossoms, the heady brew of early morning in the early year assailed Caroline's quivering nostrils and intoxicated her soul. "Oh, Katy, don't it smell grand!" she cried. Katy wrung the soapy cloth and attacked the upper sash. "You've got the nose of a bloodhound," she observed. "I b'lieve you'd smell molasses cookies half a mile." Caroline sighed. "I didn't mean them," she said. "I meant----" "You'd better be at your lesson; your aunty'll be here in a minute if she hears you talking, now!" Katy was severe, but fundamentally friendly. Caroline groaned and applied herself. "Bounded 'n th' _south_ by Long Island _Sound_; bounded 'n th' _south_ by Long Island _Sound_; bounded 'n th' _south_--oh, look!" Up the neat flagged path of the side yard a spotted fox-terrier approached, delicately erect upon his hind legs, his mouth spread in cheerful smiles, his ears cocked becomingly. He paused, he waved a salute, and as a shrill whistle from behind struck up a popular tune, he waltzed accurately up to the side porch and back, retaining to the last note his pleased if painstaking smile. Caroline gasped delightedly; Katy's severity relaxed. "That's a mighty cute little dog," she admitted. Another shrill whistle, and the dog returned, limping on three legs, his ears drooping, his stumpy tail dejected. He paused in the middle of the walk, and at a sharp clap, as of two hands, he dropped limply on his side, rolled to his back, and stiffened there pathetically, his eyes closed. Caroline's chin quivered; Katy's position on the ladder was frankly that of one who has paid for an orchestra-chair; Maggie had left the cookies and stood grinning in the kitchen door; an aunt appeared in an upper window. One more clap, and the actor returned to life and left them, but only for a moment. He was back again, erect and smiling, a small wicker basket balanced on his paws. Marching sedately up to Maggie, he paused, and glanced politely down at the basket, then up at her.