"That's a friend worth having," said she thoughtfully. "Some
people say 'only a dog,' but if he is faithful to his master, even
after death has come, what more can he do?"
"Oh, dear me; there's Job!" exclaimed Polly suddenly, as the old
creature stalked into sight. "How did he get out?"
"I wonder if we could get him in," said Alan.
"It's no use; he'd only kick you," returned Polly. "We may as well
come into the house, and let him alone; then perhaps he'll go in.
He's awfully obstinate, you know."
"I think I've noticed something of the kind," said Jessie, as they
ran up the steps, and left Job to the quiet workings of his
conscience.
By the time they were gathered in the parlor windows, their
momentary quiet was over, and they were talking as gaily as ever
while they gazed up the street, watching for the first signs of
the procession. But the funeral services were long, and the girls'
patience was rapidly becoming exhausted when Florence had
suggested Alan's telling them a story, to while away the time of
waiting. The girls arranged themselves before the two long front
windows, to look and listen at the same time, Katharine, Florence,
and Jean at one, Molly and Jessie at the other, with Alan and
Polly on the floor at their feet, and the lad began his tale.
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