Publisher's Synopsis
CHAPTER IWHERE THE HOUSES ARE BIG"It's a queer kind of a name, though it suits you," observed the Gray Gentleman, thoughtfully. "How came you by it?"Bonny-Gay flashed the questioner a smile, hugged Max closer and replied: "I was born on a Sunday morning. That's how.""Ah, indeed? But I don't quite understand.""Don't you? Seems easy. Let's sit down here by 'Father George' and I'll explain. If I can."The Gray Gentleman was very tall and dignified, yet he had a habit of doing whatever Bonny-Gay asked him. So he now doubled himself up and perched on the low curb surrounding[2] the monument, while the little girl and the big black dog dropped easily down beside him. Then he leaned his head back against the iron railing and gazed reflectively into the face of the big bronze lion, just opposite.Both the child and the man were fond of the wonderful lion, which seemed a mighty guardian of the beautiful Place, and he, at least, knew it to be a world-famous work of art. Bonny-Gay loved it as she loved all animals, alive or sculptured, and with much the same devotion she gave to Max. The park without either of these four-footed creatures would have seemed strange indeed to her, for they were her earliest playmates and remained still her dearest...
