is for Willoughby. He is Miss Lark's other dog. Who is half an airedale and half a retriever and the Worst half of both.

Andrew is a Winsome dog and Welcome everywhere. But no one seems to Want Willoughby.

Miss Lark is Worn out With his Wild Ways.

"He is Willfully Wallowing in Wickedness. I must take a cup of Weak tea!" she Whispers. "Oh. Why Won't you try to be Well-bred. Willoughby? Can't you Wag your tail Without Whacking the Window? Must you Wipe your paws on the White Woodwork?"

But Willoughby only replies With a Wink and Whisks off after a Wasp.

"He's a Werewolf!" says the Park Keeper, as Willoughby Whizzes past him. "Observe the rules or I'll get a Whip. No Washing your Whiskers in the lake!"

"Woof!" says Willoughby. Whirling the Water off his back and Wetting the Park Keeper's Waistcoat.

Then he Worries a Woodpecker out of its Wits. Worms his Way under the park Wall, and Waltzes home. Wondering Whether there Will be chicken for dinner. If so. he Wants the Wishbone.

Even When he is asleep. Weary and Warm in his Wicker basket, Willoughby still is on the Warpath, chasing Weasels through his dreams and Walruses and Whales.