"And then the leaves and grass stuck to the fly paper," added Mab. "Oh,
you poor Roly-Poly!"
The little poodle dog must have known how he looked, and he must have felt
quite badly, for he just stretched out at the feet of Hal, who had jumped
over the fence, and he howled and howled and howled, Roly-Poly did.
"I wonder how it happened?" asked Mr. Blake. "But we must take Roly-Poly
in the house and wash him. Then he'll feel better and look better. Did he
scare you very much, Sammie?"
"A--a little bit. When I saw him in our yard, all fuzzy like, I thought
sure he was a lion."
Mrs. Porter came out, having heard her little boy crying, and when she saw
Roly-Poly she laughed.
Then she said:
"You poor dog. Come over and I'll squirt the hose on you. That will take
off some of the fly paper."
"Oh, let me squirt it!" cried Hal. "Roly loves to be squirted on! Let me
do it!"
"I'm going to help," added Mab.
"An' me, too!" called Sammie.
"They'll drown the poor dog," spoke Mr. Blake, laughing. "I guess I'd
better take a hand in this myself."
"What's the matter?" asked Aunt Lolly from the back steps.
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