wriggly infant, and she had to be strapped in."
All the animals looked at Louise when her name was mentioned. Pleased and yet embarrassed to be singled out in this way she squirmed violently and looked wildly at the sky in a sudden fit of bashfulness.
"Where did I sleep?" cried both Helen and Blythe.
"You? Why neither of you were born or thought of," said Basso severely. "Helen might have been thought of, but certainly she hadn't been born."
"How about me?" asked Donny, who is now the senior dog of the Roslyn Estates and thinks himself rather important.
"You didn't exist either," said Basso. "Why even Gissing, the dog our pond was named for, wasn't born till that autumn."
"I don't believe the old frog was born himself," Donny grumbled irritably to Fritz in a hoarse whisper. "He's an old windbag."
"Mr. Mistletoe slept on the dining-room floor that night," Basso told them. "He left the light burning all night so that if the van arrived in the dark it could find the house. The frogs could see the light through the trees, and sang extra well,
