Chapter 13“Henry was whining, so I let the dogs outside,” Colin announced. “They seem a little… sad.”
“They're mastiffs, love. With those wrinkly foreheads and dangling jowls, they always look on the verge of tears.” Daisy rolled up a pair of bloomers and tucked them into her carpetbag. “Though I must say, they are surprisingly attractive for their breed. I like the sharp line between their black faces and their tan coats.”
“Beauty is still a stretch for a big, drooly dog, though,” Colin pointed out. “She's quite lovely for a mastiff, but she's still a mastiff. I do think they're a bit homesick.”
“Any idea why they had to leave the farm they grew up on?” Daisy tucked a few dresses into her bag and turned to open the top drawer of her bureau, considering which of her treasures she might
