that has happened to me yet!â He made Rush feel so guilty that he had to keep apologizing. âGee, Iâm sorry. Honest, I am. But itâs for your own good, I promise you it is.â Nevertheless, in spite of his apologies, when Rush stooped to pick up the soap which had flown from his hand, the dog with a scramble and a leap had cleared the washtub, and, covered with lather, was streaking up the stairs. Rush, scarcely less wet, went racing after him calling in a loud whisper, âCome back! For Peteâs sake, do you want to get us both in Dutch?â The door at the top of the steps had not been tightly closed, alas, and the dog pushed it open and sped down the lower hall. Then there was a crash, a clatter, and a loud cry, all at the same instant, and Rush was just in time to see Randy sprawled on the floor surrounded by knives, forks, spoons, the tray, and all the salt cellars.
âWhereâs he gone?â hissed Rush fiercely.
âWhat was it anyway? Gee whiz, it came at me like a thunderbolt,â said Randy, getting up.
There was no need to answer, for at that moment another loud cry issued from the kitchen. âMad dog!â yelled Cuffyâs voice. â Mad dog! MR. MELENDY, THEREâS A MAD DOG!â
Rush and Randy flew to the kitchen where they found Cuffy standing on a chair wild-eyed.
âGet out!â she shouted. âLock yourselves in your rooms and call the police or the fire department or somebody!â
âHeâs not mad,â said Rush dispiritedlyâthe game was up now, he knew. âWhereâd he go?â
Father appeared in the doorway. âWhatâs going on down here?â he demanded sternly.
âI tell you heâs mad!â insisted Cuffy. âCovered with foam he was; I saw a dog covered with foam!â
âItâs just soapsuds,â said Rush sadly. âI was just washing him so youâd like him, maybe, and I could keep him.â
âWhat dog are you talking about?â inquired Father blankly.
âJust this dog I found,â Rush explained. âAll wet and lost, without a collar.â
Cuffy climbed down off her chair looking rather foolish.
âWhere is this dog?â said Father.
âI think itâs under the stove, Mr. Melendy,â said Cuffy in a dignified voice. She bent down with a grunt and hauled out the miserable bundle of fur and soapsuds.
âWell!â remarked Father. âYou must have seen something in him, Rush, but I canât imagine what.â
âHeâll look all right when heâs clean,â Rush said eagerly. âI think heâs a pretty high-bred dog. I wouldnât be surprised if heâs a spaniel.â
âOne-third spaniel, I should judge by the looks of him,â said Father. âAnd two-thirds miscellany.â
âWhat kind of a dog is a miscellany?â asked Randy, already on her knees by the dog.
âHe means itâs a mutt,â said Rush bitterly. Everything was awful.
Cuffy, still red in the face, opened the oven door with a clank and out came an unbearably delicious smell of chops. It was then that the dog solved the problem. Wet, unkempt, far from beautiful, he walked right over to Cuffy, turned his melting eyes upon her, and sat up on his hind paws, begging. Rushâs heart swelled with as much pride as if heâd taught the dog this trick himself.
âOh, how wonderful! Oh, Rush, how smart he is!â gasped Randy.
Cuffy frowned at the bedraggled mutt and tried not to smile.
âBegging, dirty rascal!â she said, but the way she said it kindled a great suffocating blaze of hope under Rushâs ribs. He looked at his father.
âHe can shake hands too,â he said.
âFinish washing him,â ordered Father. âThen feed him. When he looks a little less like a half-drowned famine victim I can tell better. Maybe (remember I said maybe ) if no one claims him in the lost and found
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