moment. The pebbles of the drive crunched under his feet.

“Well, he certainly must have strained himself to get this menagerie together.”

A breeze stirred the grey haze of Daisy's fur collar.

“At least they're more interesting than the people we know,” she said with an effort.

“You didn't look so interested.”

“Well, I was.”

Tom laughed and turned to me.

“Did you notice Daisy's face when that girl asked her to put her under a cold shower?”

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a