breakfast table and eyeing the little heap of bundles at his plate
with great delight. "Look at my puppy dog, Dick."

"Well, that is a nice pup," admitted Dick, putting down his paper.
"Have you named him yet?"

"Name's Brownie--Betty thought of it," replied Brother. "Can he
have cereal, Mother? And Daddy wrote on this box, didn't he?" The
little boy picked up a box wrapped in paper,

"Now just a minute," said Mother Morrison firmly. "The dog can't
eat at the table, dear; put him down until you have finished
breakfast. I don't want you to open the parcels, either, until you
have had your milk and cereal. But those two on top you may open
--they are from Daddy and Dick and they're going to leave in ten
minutes."

Brother opened the two packages eagerly. That from Daddy Morrison
was a little wooden block and a set of rubber type with an ink-
pad, so that Brother might play at printing. He knew his letters
and, if someone helped him, could spell a number of words. Dick's
parcel contained a little silver collar for the new puppy, so made
that it could be made larger for him as he grew.

"Oh, Dick!" Brother flung himself upon that pleased young man and
kissed him heartily. Somehow Brother seldom kissed Dick, although
he loved him dearly. "It's the nicest collar!"

"All right, all right," said Dick hastily. "Glad you like it.
Coming, Dad?"