2,2 The Life Worth Living 



Becky to do was to take hold of my panta- 

 loons, lead me around behind the house, and 

 introduce me to her puppies born in my 

 absence. 



I saw there was something on her mind. 

 She seemed ashamed and troubled lest some- 

 body would tell me before she had a chance 

 to explain. So she led me in haste to her 

 modest cottage behind the servants quar- 

 ters before she would allow me to enter the 

 house. 



"You see it was like this, sir," she said 

 with confusion ; "I know you don't like drop- 

 pers, and it's not considered good form in 

 aristocratic society for a setter to mate with 

 a pointer, but really I couldn't resist Bob. 

 He was so handsome and stylish and we were 

 thrown together so much, it all came about 

 quite naturally. We hunted together and 

 Bob stood so beautifully and found so many 

 birds and was so kind to me — I confess — I 

 lost my heart. And when he asked me to 



