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〃Impossible；〃 said Harley。
〃It is when the impossible comes true that life proves worth while；〃 she retorted。 〃And this is one of those worth…whiles of impossibles。 I know it。〃
Still the man of him said impossible； and still the woman of her insisted that this was an impossible come true。 By this time the dog on the stage was singing 〃God Save the King。〃
〃That shows I am right；〃 Villa contended。 〃No American； in America； would teach a dog 'God Save the King。' An Englishman originally owned that dog and taught it。 The Solomons are British。〃
〃That's a far cry；〃 he smiled。 〃But what gets me is that ear。 I remember it now。 I remember the day when we were on the beach at Tulagi with Jerry； and when his brother came ashore from the Eugenie in a whaleboat。 And his brother had that self…same； loppy； crinkled ear。〃
〃And more；〃 Villa argued。 〃How many singing dogs have we ever known！ Only oneJerry。 Evidently such a type occurs rarely。 The same family would more likely produce similar types than different families。 The family of Terrence and Biddy produced Jerry。 And this is Michael。〃
〃He WAS rough…coated； along with a crinkly ear；〃 Harley meditated back。 〃I see him distinctly as he stood up in the bow of the whaleboat and as he ran along the beach side by side with Jerry。〃
〃If Jerry should to…morrow run side by side with him you would be convinced？〃 she queried。
〃It was their trick； and the trick of Terrence and Biddy before them；〃 he agreed。 〃But it's a far cry from the Solomons to the United States。〃
〃Jerry is such a far cry；〃 she replied。 〃And if Jerry won from the Solomons to California； then is there anything more remarkable in Michael so winning？Oh； listen！〃
For the dog on the stage； now responding to its one encore； was singing 〃Home； Sweet Home。〃 This finished； Jacob Henderson； to tumultuous applause。； came on the stage from the wings and joined the dog in bowing。 Villa and Harley sat in silence for a moment。 Then Villa said； apropos of nothing：
〃I have been sitting here and feeling very grateful for one particular thing。〃
He waited。
〃It is that we are so abominably wealthy；〃 she concluded。
〃Which means that you want the dog； must have him； and are going to got him； just because I can afford to do it for you；〃 he teased。
〃Because you can't afford not to；〃 she answered。 〃You must know he is Jerry's brother。 At least； you must have a sneaking suspicion 。 。 。 ？〃
〃I have；〃 he nodded。 〃The thing that can't sometimes does； and there is a chance that this may be one of those times。 Of course； it isn't Michael； but； on the other hand； what's to prevent it from being Michael？ Let us go behind and find out。〃
〃More agents of the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals；〃 was Jacob Henderson's thought； as the man and woman； accompanied by the manager of the theatre； were shown into his tiny dressing…room。 Michael； on a chair and half asleep； took no notice of them。 While Harley talked with Henderson； Villa investigated Michael； and Michael scarcely opened his eyes ere he closed them again。 Too sour on the human world； and too glum in his own soured nature； he was anything save his old courtly self to chance humans who broke in upon him to pat his head； and say silly things； and go their way never to be seen by him again。
Villa Kennan； with a pang of disappointment at such rebuff； forwent her overtures for the moment； and listened to what tale Jacob Henderson could tell of his dog。 Harry Del Mar； a trained… animal man； had picked the dog up somewhere on the Pacific Coast； most probably in San Francisco； she learned； but； having taken the dog east with him； Harry Del Mar had died by accident in New York before telling anybody anything about the animal。 That was all； except that Henderson had paid two thousand dollars to one Harris Collins； and had found the investment the finest he had ever made。
Villa turned back to the dog。
〃Michael；〃 she called； caressingly； almost in a whisper。
And Michael's eyes partly opened； the base…muscles of his ears stiffened； and his body quivered。
〃Michael；〃 she repeated。
This time raising his head； the eyes open and the ears stiffly erect； Michael looked at her。 Not since on the beach at Tulagi had he heard that name uttered。 Across the years and the seas the word came to him out of the past。 Its effect was electrical； for on the instant all the connotations of 〃Michael〃 flooded his consciousness。 He saw again Captain Kellar； of the Eugenie； who had last called him it； and MISTER Haggin； and Derby； and Bob of Meringe Plantation； and Biddy and Terrence； and； not least among these shades of the vanished past； his brother Jerry。
But was it the vanished past？ The name which had ceased for years； had come back。 It had entered the room along with this man and woman。 All this he did not reason； but indubitably； as if he had so reasoned； he acted upon it。
He jumped from the chair and ran to the woman。 He smelled her hand； and smelled her as she patted him。 Then； as he recognized her； he went wild。 He sprang away； dashing around and around the room； sniffing under the washstand and smelling out the corners。 As in a frenzy he was back to the woman； whimpering eagerly as she strove to pet him。 The next moment； stiff in a frenzy； he was away again； scurrying about the room and still whimpering。
Jacob Henderson looked on with mild disapproval。
〃He never cuts up that way；〃 he said。 〃He is a very quiet dog。 Maybe it is a fit he is going to have； though he never has fits。〃
No one understood； not even Villa Kennan。 But Michael understood。 He was looking for that vanished world which had rushed back upon him at sound of his old…time name。 If this name could come to him out of the Nothingness； as this woman had whom once he had seen treading the beach at Tulagi； then could all other things of Tulagi and the Nothingness come to him。 As she was there； before him in the living flesh； uttering his name； so might Captain Kellar； and MISTER Haggin； and Jerry be there； somewhere in the very room or just outside the door。
He ran to the door； whimpering as he scratched at it。
〃Maybe he thinks there is something outside；〃 said Jacob Henderson； opening the door for him。
And Michael did so think。 As a matter of course； through that open door； he was prepared to have the South…Pacific Ocean flow in； bearing on its bosom schooners and ships； islands and reefs； and all men and animals and things he once had known and still remembered。
But no past flowed in through the door。 Outside was the usual present。 He came back dejectedly to the woman； who still called him Michael as she petted him。 She； at any rate； was real。 Next he carefully smelled and identified the man with the beach of Tulagi and the deck of the Ariel； and again his excitement began to mount。
〃Oh； Harley； I know it is he！〃 Villa cried。 〃Can't you test him？ Can't you prove him？〃
〃But how？〃 Harley pondered。 〃He seems to recognize his name。 It excites him。 And though he never knew us very well； he seems to remember us and to be excited by us； too。 If only he could talk 。 。 。 〃
〃Oh； talk！ Talk！〃 Villa pleaded with Michae