"And you see how different it all was from what you thought. Now let us see
what became of the Canton-flannel dog."
"The Flanton Dog." Miss Terry amended the phrase under her breath. It
seemed so natural to use Tom's word.
"Yes, the Flanton Dog," the Angel smiled. "What do you think became of
him?"
"I saw what became of him," said Miss Terry. "Bob Cooper threw him under an
automobile, and he was crushed flatter than a pancake."
"Then you left the window," said the Angel. "In your human way you assumed
that this was the end. But wait and see."
Once more the room darkened and blurred, and Miss Terry looked out upon
past events as upon a busy, ever-shifting stage.
CHAPTER IX
THE DOG AGAIN
She saw the snowy street, into which, from the tip of his stick, Bob Cooper
had just tossed the Flanton Dog. She saw, what she had not seen before, the
woman and child on the opposite side of the street. She saw the baby
stretch out wistful hands after the dog lying in the snow. Then an
automobile honked past, and she felt again the thrill of horror as it ran
over the poor old toy. At the same moment the child screamed, and she saw
it point tearfully at the Flanton tragedy. The mother, who had seen nothing
of all this, stooped and spoke to him reprovingly.
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