THE MAGIC SPECTACLES 3 



in the cake. He raised his pointed muzzle in 

 the air, sniffed, then gave a short bay and looked 

 at his mistress appealingly. 



"No, it's not a bit of use, Waddles, wishing 

 for things out of time, when Aunt Prue is at 

 home alone. Aunt Prue says things must be 

 as they are ordered. Now, that's all very well 

 for things that one can't help, but why do people 

 make unnecessary rules and say they must be 

 kept just because they've been made? Cake is 

 for supper and pudding for dinner, Waddles ! 

 Never cake before dinner, and it's only after break- 

 fast now. Did you ever have cake before dinner? " 

 Whereupon Waddles looked very knowing, and 

 gave a few short barks to signify that he believed 

 that he had. 



"I suspect that you are a glutton, Mr. Wad- 

 dles," Tommy-Anne continued. " Come, let's 

 run up-hill, for you certainly are too fat and 

 need exercise. Doesn't the air make you want 

 to curl up your feet and make wings of your 

 ears, and fly? What a lovely bat you would 

 make, Waddlekins ! Twenty times as big as 

 Dusky Wings, that comes out of the attic win- 

 dow every night." And Tommy- Anne spread 

 her arms and rushed up the slope, the hound fol- 

 lowing her in full cry. 



