““This time the dog greeted her as a friend, placing his cold nose in her hand, and the happiness she always felt when she came to his place rose up in her. “It’s all settled,” she said. “The professor was wonderful--he showed me everything. And I stole the keys,” she added proudly. “At least I think I did, though he did tell me where they were, so that may not be proper stealing.” She handed them to Finn, hoping for praise, but he had obviously expected her to do what he had asked. “Good. The trapdoor may be difficult to lift; we’d better take some oil. It’s still under the sloth, is it?” “Yes. And the professor is still worried about the missing rib. How’s Clovis?” “He’s washing his hair. He’s always washing it,” said Finn gloomily. “I thought you might cut it for him.” “I’ve never cut anyone’s hair before.” “There’s always a first time.””
