s right" and "eyes left" were the only motion permitted to
them, notwithstanding May's frantic signs to them to behold and admire
Tray's gambols; a professional man, or a tradesman, leisurely doing a
business errand; one or two ladies carrying the latest fashion in
card-cases, suggestive of afternoon calls.

Tray's devious path took him in the direction of "Robinson's," in the
windows of which the golden brown of sable furs, the silver gray of rare
foxes', and the commoner dim blue of long-haired goats', were beginning
to enrich the usual display of silk and woollen goods.

Following his own sweet will, Tray, considerably in advance of his
companions, darted into the shop.

"Oh, what shall we do, May?" cried Dora in dismay; "you ought really to
put that dog in a leash when he _will_ go into the town."

"Better say a chain at once," answered May indignantly, vexed by the
imputation on her pet. "I am sure he has been as good as gold to-day. He
has not chased a single thing, and he has only once run away from us.
Couldn't I go in and fetch him out? I should not stay above a minute."

"And I am to wait at the door while you hunt him round all the counters
and through the showrooms? I had much rather go in with you; but neither
do I care to enter the shop when I do not wish to buy anything. Really
Tray is too troublesome!"

"Oh! don't say that," exclaimed May in distress. "Don't reflect on him
in case anything should happen to him," as if Dora's speech were likely
to bring down the vengeance of Heaven on the heads of all three. "He
soon finds out all he wants when he goes on private expeditions, and
then he runs back and looks for us. I think if we walked _very_ slowly
his dear bright face, with one ear cocked up, would appear in the
doorway by the time we reached it."

"Or some shop-lad may ask him what his business is, and turn him out. It
will be a lesson for him in future," said Dora, severely.

Accordingly the sisters had to slacken their steps to a snail's pace as
they approached the great shop. They had a full view of the interior,
though it was a little dark, unless to the most modern taste. There was
an air of old-fashioned substantiality, comfort, and something like
modest dignity about the long-lasting, glossy brown roof and walls, in
harmony with the heavy counters and shelves, not too heavy for the bales
of every description, which with the contents of the innumerable boxes
had an established reputation