"Meat!"

"Milk!"

"Clover!"

"Seeds!"

"Bread!"

"Carrots!"

"All right," said Trot, "where do you keep the menagerie?"

"Our pets are in our boudoirs," said Indigo harshly. "What a little
fool you are!"

"Perhaps," said Trot, pausing as she was about to leave the room,
"when I grow up I'll be as big a fool as any of you."

Then she ran away to escape another shaking, and in the first
boudoir she found the little blue dog curled up on a blue cushion in
a corner. Trot patted his head gently, and this surprised the dog,
who was accustomed to cuffs and kicks. So he licked Trot's hand and
wagged his funny little tail and then straightened up and crowed
like a rooster. The girl was delighted with the queer doggie, and
she found some meat in a cupboard and fed him out of her hand,
patting the tiny creature and stroking his soft blue hair. The
doggie had never in his life known anyone so kind and gentle, so