nk so," Meg said gravely, "and we can't let him in if you're going
to be washed in the little bath; he'd be so disappointed."

The little bath stood ready on its stand. Fay turned her back upon it
and went and looked over the edge of the big bath. It was a very big
bath, white and beautiful, with innumerable silvered handles that
produced sprays and showers and waves and all sorts of wonders. An
extravagance of Anthony's.

"Will William come in, too?" she asked.

"No; he'd make such a mess; but he'd love to see you. We'll all bathe
William some other time."

More squeals from outside, varied by dolorous snores.

"Let him in," said little Fay. "I'll show him me."

Quick as thought Meg lifted her in, opened the door to the delighted
William, who promptly stood on his hind legs, with his front paws on the
bath, and looked over the edge at little Fay.

"See me swim," she exclaimed proudly, sitting down in the water, while
William, with his tongue hanging out and a fond smile of admiration on
his foolish countenance, tried to lick the plump pink shoulders
presented to his view. "This is a muts nicer baff than the nasty little
one. I can't think what you bringed it for, deah Med."

"Deah Med" and Tony nodded gaily to one another.

Hannah had made William sleep in the scullery, which he detested. She
put his basket there and his blanket, and he was warm enough, but
creature comforts matter little to the right kind of dog. It's human
fellowship he craves. That night she came to fetch him at bed-time, and
he refused point-blank to go. He put his head on Meg's knee and gazed at
her with beseeching eyes that said as plainly as possible: "Don't banish
me--where you go I go--don't break my heart and send me away into the
cold."

Perhaps the cigarette smoke that hung about Meg gave him confidence. His
master smelt like that. And William went to bed with his master.

"D'you think he might sleep in the dressing-room?" Meg asked. "I know
how young dogs hate to be alone at night. Put his basket there,
Hannah--I'll let him out and see to him, and you could get him first
thing in the morning."

Hannah gave a sniff of disapproval, but she was always very careful to
do whatever Meg asked her at once and ungrudgingly. It was partly an
expression of her extreme disapproval of the uniform. But Meg thought it
was prompted entirely by Hannah's fine feeling, and loved her dearly in
consequence.

Nearly all the bedrooms at Wren's En