Publisher's Synopsis
-Wish Dad would come, - she said aloud, puckering her brow over a knot in the silk. -He's late-and it is jolly dull without him.- The knot came free, and the needles raced as though making up for lost time. Two dogs lay on the grass: a big sleepy collie that only moved occasionally to snap at a worrying fly; and an Irish terrier, plainly showing by his restlessness that he despised a lazy life, and longed for action. He caught his mistress's eye at last, and jumped up with a little whine. -If YOU had the heel of a sock to turn, Puck, - said Norah, -you'd be more steady. Lie down, old man.
