Jane has the pig and the chickens to show you yet. But I cannot stay any
longer. I must leave you playing with the kitten.

A. B. C.




[Illustration: My Dog]

MY DOG.


I have a dog, and his name is Don. He is nine years old. His master is
in Boston, and I call Don my dog, because I like to have him here. He is
a black-and-white dog, and measures six feet in length, and about two
feet in height.

When I go on errands, Don takes the basket or pail, and trots away to
the store; and sometimes I have to pull him, or he will go the wrong
way.

He is a lazy old fellow, and he likes to sleep almost all the time,
except when he is asked if he wants to go anywhere; and then he frisks
around, and seems as if he had never been asleep.

When he wants a drink, he goes around to the store-room door, and asks
for it by looking up in our faces; and I dare say he would say, if he
could speak, "Please give me a drink?"