THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"Let's run for it," said The Parson, when they came in sight of the stables.
"All right," said Mrs. Crompton, and started. The poles she carried caught in things, and the string of fish flopped about The Parson's legs; but they kept on, and just as they reached the clearing the storm broke.
"Make for the dog-house!" shouted The Parson; and they tumbled into it, much to the consternation of the resident puppy families.
"Well," said Mrs. Crompton, sinking on the floor in a heap, "if I don't die right here of heart-disease, I miss my guess. Why, I haven't run like that for twenty years."
"You did splendidly," said The Parson, sitting beside her.
"There really isn't room for you," she protested.
"Very well, put out the pups, then," he replied.
"You look perfectly frightful," she said, inspecting him.
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