“Dont sell Laddie！”pleaded Ernest miserably.“He is the only friend I have got. I can‘t live if Laddie goes away. Oh, don’t sell him, Mr. Lawson！”
“Sit down and hold your tongue.”said Uncle Richard sternly.“The dog is mine, and I shall do with him as I think ft. He is sold, and that is all there is about it. Go on with your dinner.”
But Ernest for the first time did not obey. He snatched his cap from the back of his chair, dashed it down over his eyes, and ran from the kitchen with a sob choking his breath. Uncle Richard looked angry, but Aunt Kate hastened to soothe him.