"
Sister lagged a little behind her grandmother and brother as they
started for the theatre. She was stuffing Brownie into her roomy
middy blouse. He was rather a large puppy to squeeze into such a
place, but Sister managed it somehow. Grandmother Hastings
supposed that the dog had been left on the porch.
The theatre was dark, for the pictures were being shown on the
screen when they reached it, and Grandmother Hastings had to feel
her way down the aisle, Brother and Sister clinging to her skirts.
The electric fans were going, but it was warm and close, and
Grandmother wished longingly for her own cool parlor. But Brother
and Sister thought everything about the movie theatre beautiful.
"Do you suppose Brownie likes it?" whispered Brother, who sat next
to Sister. Grandmother was on his other side.
"He feels kind of hot," admitted Sister, who could not have been
very comfortable with the heavy dog inside her blouse. "But I
think he likes it."
Brownie had his head stuck halfway out, and he probably wondered
where he was. It was so dark that there was little danger of
anyone discovering him. A dog in a motion-picture house is about
as popular, you know, as Mary's lamb was in school.
Pages:
55
56
57
58
59
60
61
62
63
64
65
66
67
68
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79