she returned to the play box by the fire, and rummaged for a few minutes among the tangled toys. then with something like a chuckle she drew out a soft, pale creature with four wobbly legs.
"the flanton dog!" she said. "well, i vow! i had forgotten all about him. it was tom who coined the name for him because he was made of canton flannel."
she stood the thing up on the table as well as his weak legs would allow, and inspected him critically. he certainly was a forlorn specimen. one of the black beads which had served him for eyes was gone. his ears, which had originally stood up saucily on his head, now drooped in limp dejection. one of them was a mere shapeless rag hanging by a thread. he was dirty and discolored, and his tail was gone. but still he smiled with his red-thread mouth and seemed trying to make the best of things.
"what a nightmare!" said miss terry contemptuously. "i know there isn't a child in the city who wants such a looking thing. why, even the animal rescue folks would give the boys a 'free shot' at that. this isn't going to bring out any christmas spirit," she sneered. "i will try it and see."
once more she lifted the window and tossed the dog to the sidewalk. he rolled upon his back and lay pathetically with crooked legs yearning upward, still smiling. hardly had miss terry time to conceal herself behind the curtain when she saw a figure approaching, airily waving a stick.
"no ragamuffin this time," she said. "hello! it is that good-for-nothing young cooper fellow from the next block. they say he is a millionaire. well, he isn't even going to see the flanton dog."
the young man came swinging along, debonairly; he was whistling under his breath. he was a dapper figure in a long coat and a silk hat, under which the candles lighted a rather silly face. when he reached the spot in the sidewalk where the flanton dog lay, he paused a moment looking down. then he poked the object with his stick. on the other side of the street a mother and her little boy were passing at the time. the child's eyes caught sight of the dog on the sidewalk, and he hung back, watching to see what the young man would do to it. but his mother drew him after her. just then an automobile came panting through the snow. with a quick movement cooper picked up the dog on the end of his stick and tossed it into the street, under the wheels of the machine. the baby across the street uttered a howl of anguish at the sight. miss terry herself was surprised to feel a pang shoot through her as the car passed over the queer old toy. she retreated from the window quickly.
"well, that's the end of flanton," she said with half a sigh. "i knew that fellow was a brute. i might have expected something like that. but it looked so—so—" she hesitated for a word, and did not finish her sentence, but bit her lip and sniffed cynically.
