"Now, you come with me," says I, "to my new home, and never try to
run away again." And I shows her our house with the five red roofs,
set on the top of the hill. But mother trembles awful, and says:
"They'd never let the likes of me in such a place. Does the Viceroy
live there, Kid?" says she. And I laugh at her. "No, I do," I says;
"and if they won't let you live there, too, you and me will go back
to the streets together, for we must never be parted no more." So we
trots up the hill, side by side, with Nolan trying to catch me, and
Miss Dorothy laughing at him from the cart.
"The Kid's made friends with the poor old dog," says she. "Maybe he
knew her long ago when he ran the streets himself. Put her in here
beside me, and see if he doesn't follow."
So, when I hears that, I tells mother to go with Nolan and sit in the
cart, but she says no, that she'd soil the pretty lady's frock; but I
tells her to do as I say, and so Nolan lifts her, trembling still,
into the cart, and I runs alongside, barking joyful.
When we drives into the stables I takes mother to my kennel, and
tells her to go inside it and make herself at home.
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