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Show 32 "Madam, what do we do now? I was almost ready to serve the turkey." She scowled at him. "Barton, what can we do but get something else to serve in place of the turkey?" She glowered at Chinook again. "Thanks to the wild dog of the North here we no longer have a suitable turkey for our guests. Quickly, get to the delicatessen and buy enough smoked turkey to feed everybody." "And what if they don't have enough smoked turkey, madam?" "Then. . ." she snorted in exasperation, "then buy them some hot dogs !" "Hot dogs, madam?" "Yes, I said hot dogs. People don't come to theee shebangs just to eat, you know. At least I hope not." While this exchange was going on, Josh got to his feet. He still held Chinook's collar tight so he wouldn't lose him again. He took a tentative step backward. When the butler went scurrying back toward the garden party, Mrs. Sutherland turned and eyed the boy and dog up and down. •You're the O'Tosh boy, aren't you?" "Yes, ma an«" "And that, I'm sure," she said, gesturing at the dog with a grimace, "is the O'Tosh dog. I'm afraid I've heard of him." Josh nodded. He wondered where Cap had got to so quickly. Chinook stayed sitting, his eye on the turkey that Josh held under his arm. Mrs. Sutherland then did a strange thing. Without talking, she walked slowly around the dog and the boy there on the sidwalk. Twice. |