and gentle. I wish I could have a dog like that."

Uncle Frank walked away without a word. When he came to the house where
Edward lived, he saw a fine dog lying near the steps, looking very
comfortable and happy.

"Is it possible this was once my little dog?" asked Edward's uncle, when
the first greetings were over. "How do you keep him in such good
condition?"

"When you first gave him to me," said Edward," I fed him five or six
times a day with boiled milk. After a few weeks I gave him oatmeal or
Indian meal porridge. Sometimes he had bread or crackers in milk.

"As he grew older, I gave him brown bread and corn cake, and once in a
while I let him have a beef bone to play with. He liked that very much,
and he did not object to being tied up sometimes, if he had a bone to
gnaw."

"Did you keep him chained?" asked Uncle Frank.

"Oh, no!" said Edward. "He soon learned not to run away, and now I never
chain him. Even when he was tied up, he had room to run about. I
stretched a long wire across a corner of the yard, and on the wire was a
large iron ring. When the dog's light chain was slipped through the
ring, he could run back and forth for twenty feet, and could lie in the
sun or shade as he liked."

"Where does he sleep?" asked Edward's uncle.