I was assured by my little neighbor that the turtle liked the
business very much; but, belonging to the S. P. C. A., I felt
obliged to know the facts. I found that the turtle had his liberty
nearly all the time, and a pond of water specially for his use;
and that, when the haying season should end, he would be turned
out to pasture in his native bog for the rest of the year.

It was a very comical sight, and, knowing my little friend's
tenderness of heart, I was sure the turtle would receive nothing
but kindness at his hands. The shell was not pierced, but the
queer trotter was attached to the cart by means of a harness made
of tape, allowing him free movement of the head, legs, and tail.
If any of your boys should decide to follow my little friend's
example, I trust that they will be as gentle as he in the
treatment of their turtles.--Yours truly,

E. F. L.

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ANOTHER TURTLE STORY.

DEAR JACK: One day, Rob and I (he's my brother) heard sister
Welthy screaming awfully. We were playing in the barn, but of
course we rushed out as hard as we could to save her life, if
possible. We did not know where she was, but the screams grew
louder as we neared the house.

At last we found her near the side-door--and what do you think was