cried Master Sunshine; "Tim is too young a dog to have so much
meat at one time. He needs to have his meals regularly, just like
you and me. Too much fresh meat will make him very cross. Perhaps
that is part of the reason why he snaps at you."

Tommy was much interested. "I wonder why I never knew that
before?" he cried. "After this I will see about his meals myself.
I always thought that if you gave a dog a bone now and then he
would get along all right."

By this time Master Sunshine was busy with Tim, propping him on
his hind legs, and rewarding him each time he held himself erect
for a second with a kind word or a pat on the head; and when at
last Tim balanced himself for a whole half-minute, his teacher
flew to the kitchen for a lump of sugar, which the dog crunched
with great enjoyment between his sharp white teeth.

It was quite dark before they noticed how the time was going. The
clock was just striking six when Almira Jane put her head in at
the dining-room door.

"Mrs. Dane is calling for Tommy," she announced; "and before he
goes I must give you each a bit of lunch." And whipping open the
oven door with a corner of her apron, she drew out a couple of
puffy apple turnovers, all fragrant with cinnamon and gummy with
sugar, and sizzling with hot apple-juice. Tommy glanced slyly at
her as he bit into his dainty.

"Your Almira Jane has nice ways, even if her eyes are sharp," he
said to Master Sunshine as he bade him good-by.