as they don't
go too far."

The doctor sampled the cake appreciatively.

"Sarah, I take it, has gone too far?" he suggested.

"I don't know as you'd call it that," said Winnie with a faint
suspicion of sarcasm. "I may be too finicky and if I am, may I be
forgiven for troubling you. But when it comes to sleeping in the
same room with six sore-eyed kittens and in the same bed with a
mangy street dog, I think something should be done about it. 'Tisn't
Christian-like."

"Do you mean to tell me Sarah has got a mess like that up in her
room?" demanded Doctor Hugh.

"She has that," said Winnie firmly. "That and worse. She has rabbits
in her clothes closet and this morning I had to carry out two dead
chickens. She lugs them all up every night to keep 'em warm, she
says."

"Is everyone in the house crazy?" asked the bewildered doctor.
"What's the matter with you, Winnie? Ordinarily you can make the
world take orders from you--couldn't you put a stop to this?"

"I've argued and I've scolded and I've threatened to chloroform
every animal on the place," said Winnie impressively, "but Sarah is
like cement. Where the Willis will is going to lead her, I'm sure I
don't know; but she's too much for me."

"Nonsense!" the doctor pushed back his chair sharply. "At least you
could have come to me and told me the first night she tried to keep
an animal in her room."

"I'm as weak as the rest of 'em," admitted Winnie. "Miss Trudy cried
and Shirley grumbled because she had to go in and sleep with
Rosemary; but none of us liked to say a word to you. I don't suppose
I'd be after telling you now if I wasn't afraid Sarah would catch
something from that dog she brought home to-night."

"I'll go up and read the riot act to her, even if it is late," said
Doctor Hugh, frowning. "Such a state of affairs is beyond belief.
Shirley is sleeping with Rosemary, you say, and Sarah has the
menagerie in the bed with her?"

"Well, she has the dog--I saw him under the blanket. But you're not
going to bother her to-night, are you?" asked Winnie anxiously.

"Do you suppose I'm going to have her sleeping with a dog that came
from Heaven alone knows where?" was the impatient answer. "If I can
get the animals out of her room without waking her, well and good;
but in any case, out they come."

Sarah woke up the moment the light was switched on. So did the
touseled little yellow dog who thrust his head out from under the
covers, close to Sarah's face,