The Corner House Girls Under Canvas PDF Download

"Come here, Tess! Come quick and look at this poor dog. He's just drip-ping-wet!" Dot Kenway stood at a sitting-room window of the old Corner House, looking out upon Willow Street. It was a dripping day, and anything or anybody that remained out-of-doors and exposed to the downpour for half an hour, was sure to be saturated. Nothing wetter or more miserable looking than the dog in question had come within the range of the vision of the two younger Corner House girls that Saturday morning. Tess, who was older than Dot, came running. Anything as frightfully despondent and hopeless looking as that dog was bound to touch the tender heart of Tess Kenway. "Let's-let's take him to the porch and feed him, Dot," she cried. "Will Ruthie let us?" asked Dot. "Of course. She's gone for her music lesson and won't know, anyway," declared Tess, recklessly. "But maybe Mrs. MacCall won't like it?" "She's upstairs and won't know, either. Besides," Tess said, bolstering up her own desire, "she says she hasn't ever sent anybody away hungry from her door; and that poor dog looks just as hungry as any tramp that ever came to the old Corner House."