"The wild beasts that I have been accustomed to," said Lord Pabham, "have
come with proper credentials from well-known dealers, or have been bred
in my own menagerie. I've never before been confronted with an animal
that walks unconcernedly out of an azalea bush, leaving a charming and
popular hostess unaccounted for. As far as one can judge from _outward_
characteristics," he continued, "it has the appearance of a well-grown
female of the North American timber-wolf, a variety of the common species
_canis lupus_."

"Oh, never mind its Latin name," screamed Mavis, as the beast came a step
or two further into the room; "can't you entice it away with food, and
shut it up where it can't do any harm?"

"If it is really Mrs. Hampton, who has just had a very good dinner, I
don't suppose food will appeal to it very strongly," said Clovis.

"Leonard," beseeched Mrs. Hoops tearfully, "even if this is none of your
doing can't you use your great powers to turn this dreadful beast into
something harmless before it bites us all--a rabbit or something?"

"I don't suppose Colonel Hampton would care to have his wife turned into
a succession of fancy animals as though we were playing a round game with
her," interposed Clovis.

"I absolutely forbid it," thundered the Colonel.

"Most wolves that I've had anything to do with have been inordinately
fond of sugar," said Lord Pabham; "if you like I'll try the effect on
this one."