miss, that I certainly don’t.” She stooped, and looked down at the spaniel’s injured side—brightened suddenly with the irradiation of a new idea—and pointing to the wound with a chuckle of satisfaction, said, “That’s Baxter’s doings, that is.”
I was so exasperated that I could have boxed her ears. “Baxter?” I said. “Who is the brute you call Baxter?”
The girl grinned again more cheerfully than ever. “Bless you, miss! Baxter’s the keeper,
miss, that I certainly don’t.” She stooped, and looked down at the spaniel’s injured side—brightened suddenly with the irradiation of a new idea—and pointing to the wound with a chuckle of satisfaction, said, “That’s Baxter’s doings, that is.”
I was so exasperated that I could have boxed her ears. “Baxter?” I said. “Who is the brute you call Baxter?”
The girl grinned again more cheerfully than ever. “Bless you, miss! Baxter’s the keeper,
