nearly alike that neither the boys nor their uncle could tell them
apart.

The boys were delighted with their new pets, and thinking that his dogs
were in good hands, Uncle Frank went away for two years.

When he came back he went to see William, and asked about his dog.

"Oh, he was very troublesome, Uncle Frank!" said William. "He cried and
whined all the time, and after a while he was so cross that I did not
like to go near him. I kept him chained to the kennel, but one day he
broke his chain and ran away."

"Why did you chain him?" asked Uncle Frank. "We were going to train him
for a watchdog," said William.

"That is not the way to train a watchdog," said his uncle. "I am sorry
that I gave him to you. How would you like to be tied to a kennel all
day, with no chance to run about? Did you take him to walk often?"

"Not very often," said William. "When I am playing I have no time to
look after a dog. He would get into mischief if I let him go where he
liked."

[Illustration: HEARING. By H. Sperling.]

"Of course," said Uncle Frank. "He was only a baby. I can remember when
you needed looking after. Now I am going to see Edward."

"Edward's dog is different from mine," said William. "He is very kind