"No, no, my eyes are better than yours, mother."

Just then his mother came up and stood beside him.

"How queer!" said the little dog. "That is the pug's mother. I did
not see her before. It would be too cold for me down in that
water. Why do they live there?"

"You foolish child," replied the mother. "It is our shadows that
you see there. See, they are just like us."

"I am not a baby. I know what dogs are, mother. Those are real
dogs."

"Watch, my son, and see what happens," and the mother dropped a
stone on the two shadows. They were gone.

The little pug stood surprised. He dropped his ears and went
slowly home without saying another word.





THE PARTRIDGE IN THE NET


"I have caught one at last," said a hunter, "and this is as fine a
partridge as one often sees. It is a young one, too, I do
believe," and he reached his hand into the net to take it out.