"You come out and see us," urged Juliet, hospitably.
"I will, indeed. May I have a dog?"
"They're Romie's and I can't give 'em away, but I guess he could spare
you one. Would you rather have a puppy or a full-grown dog?"
"I'd have to see 'em first," he replied, tactfully steering away from
the danger of a choice. He had not felt the need of a dog and was merely
trying to be pleasant.
"There's plenty to see," she went on, with a winning smile. "I like dogs
myself but we fought once because I thought we had too many. We've named
'em all out of an old book we found in the attic. There's Achilles, and
Hector, and Persephone, and Minerva, and Circe and Juno, and Priam, and
Eurydice, and goodness knows how many more. Romie knows all their names,
but I don't."
Hearing the sound of wheels outside, Colonel Kent, with a certain old-
fashioned hospitality to which our generation might happily return, went
to open the door himself for his expected guests. Juliet went hastily to
the mirror to make sure that her turbulent curls were in order, and
Romeo intercepted Allison on his way to the door.
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