“No，“sheanswered，withalittleshiver。“He’sugly。“
“Heisn’tugly，“Jeremyreturnedindignantly。“Heisn’tperhapstheverybestbreed，butUncleSamuelsaysthatthatdoesn’tmatterifhe’sclever。He’sbetterthananyotherdog。Ilovehimmorethananybody。Heisn’tugly！“
“Heis，“criedCharlottewithakindofwail。“Oh！Iwanttogohome。“
“Well，youcan’tgohome，“heansweredherfiercely。“Soyouneedn’tthinkaboutit。“
Theycametothelittlepools，threeofthem，nowclearascrystal，blueontheirsurface，withgreendepthsandredshelvingrock。