But they did not mind that. And, best of all,
the little dog no longer had a tin can tied to his tail.
"I wonder who did it?" asked Sue.
"Oh, some bad boys, I suppose," answered her aunt. "Boys who tie cans to
dogs' tails don't stop to think how frightened the poor animals may get.
But I'm glad this was no worse. Now, little yellow dog, you had better
run home, that is if you have a home."
The yellow dog seemed to have some place to go. For, after he had once
more rubbed noses with Splash, had barked, as if saying good-bye, and
had wagged his tail joyfully, away he trotted down the street.
Now and then he looked back, as if to thank Bunny and Sue, and their
aunt, for what they had done for him, or perhaps he was looking to make
sure the banging, dangling tin can was no longer fast to his tail.
But it was not, for Aunt Lu had tossed it away. Then she helped Bunny
and Sue carry in the pitcher and glasses, and put away the box that had
been used for a stand.
"We'll sell some more lemonade to-morrow," Bunny said.
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