Maynard Merlin was waiting for the limousine as well, and Gabby was with him. The only one of their group who was not staring at Gabby was Mr. Merlin, who was staring at Aunt Alice. Aunt Alice adjusted her mask and said, “Good morning, Mr. Merlin.” Mr. Merlin asked, “Is that you, Alice? I didn’t recognize you with your facial adornment. I hope you had a good night’s rest.” “I slept very well, thank you,” Aunt Alice said politely. “Both of our four-legged companions slept in the room with Bruce, so I didn’t sneeze even once. Kristy has informed me that Maltipoos are nonallergenic, but I’m not one for taking chances, especially with a big day ahead of us.” The children could not take their eyes off Gabby. They had expected something extraordinary, but he looked like a run-of-the-mill hound-type dog with floppy ears and oversized lips. Kristy said tentatively, “Hello, Gabby.” Gabby said, “Allo.” Kristy let out a shriek. “Oh, my gosh, he really does talk! Mr.
