CHAPTER FIVEWhen they returned, Shenda told Higgins excitedly all that had happened.
He patted the dog and exclaimed,
“Well, there’s one thing about ’im, he’s got pluck!”
“That’s a good name for him, Higgins! We’ll call him Pluck.”
The little terrier seemed to like his new name and wagged his tail furiously and then Shenda asked,
“What about the Captain?”
Higgins thought for a moment.
“I thinks it’d be a mistake to tell ’im about the dog right away. We’ve got to get ’im used to you first, miss.”
“Yes, of course, and I am just terrified I will annoy him and he will send me away.”
“Just you go on as you are and us’ll keep Pluck in the kitchen when he’s not with you.”
Pluck was a great success with everybody and chef spoilt him with titbits from almost every dish.
Shenda settled
