And,
perhaps, in some kind of dog language (which I am sure there must be) he
had said to his friend Dix something like this:
"Come along, old chap. The folks are going for a little excursion into
the country. I know they are, for once before we traveled like this, and
it was jolly fun. There'll be good things to eat, and no end of cats to
chase, too, if you like that."
"Well, I used to like it," Dix said--perhaps.
"Then come along," urged Splash. "I'm sure the folks will be glad to
have you."
"All right, I will," Dix may have answered.
And so it was he had run along, playing beside the road with Splash. And
it was not until the automobile had gone several miles that the family
noticed that another dog besides their own was following them.
"Drive him back home as your mother told you, Bunny," said the little
boy's father.
Bunny ran back to where Dix and Splash were rolling over and over on the
grass. They seemed to be enjoying themselves.
"Go on home! Go on home!" cried Bunny.
At once Splash and Dix stopped playing and ran to the little boy. As his
mother had said, Bunny knew how to talk to dogs in a way they could
understand.
"Go on home!" said the little boy again, very earnestly.
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