“Then, of course, we must buy it,” the Duke said. “In the meantime what about the puppy?”
“It’s givin’ Albert a lot of extra work, as he has to hand-feed it and as Albert said he’s too old and too busy to spend so much time with it.”
The Duke did not wait to hear anymore.
He went straightaway off to Albert’s house and his wife showed him the puppy which was a small attractive spaniel who was, she claimed, always hungry.
“Well, I have someone who will be very delighted to feed him,” the Duke told her. “May I take him back with me now?”
“Of course, Your Grace, and to tell the truth I be glad to be rid of him. My husband’s had to feed him night and day and there be so much goin’ on in the garden. As it happens, he’ll be feedin’ himself very soon.”
“That is all the better,” the Duke
