"We'll ask the Goat about him," suggested the Philadelphia Lamb.
"We've been so engrossed with our own pet Freeman that we haven't had time for any other," volunteered the Brookline Lamb.
"It's rather strange," began the Cousin, and then interrupted herself.
"Anyway, I hope you'll all look him up; I am sure he will be very grateful." The flock acknowledged the bouquet by appropriate demonstrations.
"Our acquaintance with his namesake verges on the altruistic, also," ventured the Albany Lamb.
"I should not like, myself, to be the victim of your altruism," said the Cousin, with a slow glance that took them all in. In the midst of the delighted expostulations that greeted this shot, the apartment bell rang sharply. The Brookline Lamb, being nearest, went to open the door, and, having opened it, remarked in a subdued but unmistakably sincere manner:
"Well, I'll be--" A saving recollection of the Cousin and the Aunt brought him to a full stop there, but everybody looked up, and for a moment the flock was speechless.
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