"My name is Tommy," said the boy, "and this is my dog Rags."

"Run and get Tommy and the dog some cookies, Mary," said Grandma, "I
guess they are both hungry."

Tommy looked so tired that Mrs. Hall asked him to sit down and rest.

"Where do you live?" she asked.

"I don't live anywhere," replied Tommy, "I just have my dog Rags, and
he and I sleep wherever we can."

"Well," said Grandma, "you must both stay here to-night. We can find a
place for a boy and a dog somewhere in this big house."

I can't tell you how happy Tommy was.

Rags seemed happy, too.

He did all the tricks he knew, and for every trick he got a big, sweet
cookie.

After supper Tommy wanted to help, so he went out to the barn with
Grandpa Hall.

Rags trotted along behind him, wagging his tail and barking at
everything he saw.

"What can you do, Tommy?" asked Grandpa.