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-Chapter Four:

"Issac! Oh Issac!" I cried out joyfully as I saw him turn towards his house, carrying his hoe over his shoulder. He didn't seem to hear me. "Issac. Issac help!" I shouted, louder this time.

Both Melissa and I rushed over to the edge of the roof top and peered over. At the sight of our faces the dog burst into a fit of growling and barking. This got Issac Appleby's attention and he turned toward his bulldog, ready to scold it.

"Julius Caesar!" he said. "Be quiet!"

But the dog didn't listen, Issac's reprimand only made it try harder. Stretching up, placing his paws against the shed's wall, he barked twice.

'What's the matter with you?" Issac said, walking over to Julius Caesar, his dog. Grabbing the bulldog's collar he tried to pull the dog back. The dog made such a horrendous growl that I shrieked again.

'What?" Issac said, after hearing my shriek. He looked up and saw both of our red, sweaty faces. "Anne? Melissa? What are you doing up there? How?"

"Issac, we were coming around for subscriptions-" I began.

"When were chased by that dog of yours!" interrupted Melissa.

"We've been here for hours-"

"Under the burning sun, spent sitting on your dirty and hot roof!"

"Well...Melissa, Anne," Issac said with deliberate thoughtfulness.

"Just get us down! And take that brute of a dog away!" Melissa snapped.

"I'm not so sure of that," said Issac, rubbing the dull red stubble around his square chin.

"What are you talking about-" Melissa began.

I pushed her out of the way, behind me. "Stop it, Melissa! Being rude won't help! You know how once Issac makes up his mind he won't budge."

"He's a stubborn fool," Melissa added, crossing her arms.

"We must try to be nice," I continued, pretending not to here her. "You know how contrary old bachelors can be. Remember, he's the only one who can get us down."

I peered over the roof again.

"Mr. Appleby...won't you please help us get down?"

"I think not Ms. Anne," he answered, fixing me with a those stubborn brown eyes.