He bared his teeth and growled
when he caught my eye.
"You LOOK like a woman hater's dog," I told him. I meant it
for an insult; but the beast took it for a compliment.
Then I set myself to solving the question, "How am I to get
out of this predicament?"
It did not seem easy to solve it.
"Shall I scream, William Adolphus?" I demanded of that
intelligent animal. William Adolphus shook his head.
This is a fact. And I agreed with him.
"No, I shall not scream, William Adolphus," I said.
"There is probably no one to hear me except Alexander Abraham,
and I have my painful doubts about his tender mercies.
Now, it is impossible to go down. Is it, then, William Adolphus,
possible to go up?"
I looked up. Just above my head was an open window with a tolerably
stout branch extending right across it.
"Shall we try that way, William Adolphus?" I asked.
William Adolphus, wasting no words, began to climb the tree.
I followed his example. The dog ran in circles about
the tree and looked things not lawful to be uttered.
It probably would have been a relief to him to bark if it hadn't
been so against his principles.
I got in by the window easily enough, and found myself in a bedroom
the like of which for disorder and dust and general awfulness I had
never seen in all my life.
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