Evening star., 1940-12-29

not to care. and put more volume IN her
yowlS. She gained so much confidence soon
that she tried one of the most difficult exer-
cises in yowling - the double tremolo -
and brought K off rather well.
A voice behind her growled, DO you only
get this way occasionally"
She wheeled and saw Hoby "Of course |
don't" she gasped Il mean, | do. No, |
mean never get this way. except 80
"A sad case The S.P.CA ought to put
you away
"Hoby. Will you listen moment"
He grinned. Il was listening, and it sound
ed as if you needed veterinarian. What's
the idea?"
why - George was, uh - he was -"
IIoby saw George. oh, brightly, another
cat Looks like powder puff gone to seed
He is not another cat, He's the only cat
here And -" she added with a touch of
genius - If you insist on being cheaply
funny l won't give you any more help in
training your bird dogs"
What"
She began to put her summer S reading to
USE Those setters," she said, ARE very
young to be trained for the field
What if they are? ! like winning cham
pionships the hard way. I'm going to win
the Autumn Field Trials with these pups.
What has that to do with your yowng?"
George looked disgusted and left
IF you train settlers when they're too
young" she said with dignity, they're likely
to forget everything and go off chasing rabbits
or cats. | was merely experimenting to see If
you'd trained them not to notice cats.
He snorted: Who ever heard of real
setter chasing cats? admit that Hermit and
Bachelor were interested in red d-blooded ami
mails at first, like rabbits. But cats are too
sissy to interest - say, where did you get
all this dope about bird dogs?"
before she could remember her good in
tentons, her tongue blurted, Il know all
about bird dogs" As soon as the words
popped out she was furious with herself. She
hadn't meant to bluff this time. He asked
suspicously, Where did you learn"
Right here, Hoby Brant' she snapped
deciding to brazen it out During those four
years you were away at college"
Il wish l could trust you" he said YEARLY
but you've fooled me too many times.
This sounds like another of your bluffs. How
ever, I'm not going to argue. You always
could talk me into anything You'd have Inc
believing you know more about bird dogs
than flea. I'm going to let the dogs decide
if you're telling the truth
That's silly. How could they?'
They'll know if you're an expert. They
can sense it, and will make friends with you.
But it won't do any good to pat their heads
and say, Nice doggie.' I've trained them to
growl at people who do that They don't like
people who gush any more than do
He brought out the two young settlers.
Lynn trembled. She had never owned dog.
She hadn't the slightest idea how to make
friends with one except maybe by patting
its head and saying, Mice doggle. She stood
perfectly still while they walked stiffly around
her One of them snuffled like toy vacuum
cleaner at something on her tweed skirt. She
peered down. 1t was tuft of gray fur from
George The dogs looked up at this two
legged creature who wore cat fur and uttered
yowls, and found her very interesting. Two
scmitar tails wagged. Lynn exhaled, and
said, Now do you believe me?'
Il don't know Well 60 out tomorrow and
let you put up few quail. Then we'll see
Lynn went back to her house in thought