"Yes, indeed. I give him cabbage and potatoes very often."

"Is Chum a good watchdog?" went on Uncle Frank. "He didn't bark at me
when I came up the path."

"It is just as well that you didn't try to open the door," said Edward;
"he would have barked loudly enough in that case. He barks at night when
he hears a strange step, because I have praised him for that; but in the
daytime he keeps his eyes open and lies still."

"What is that yellow dish by the laundry door?" said the boy's uncle,
looking about the pleasant yard.

"That is Chum's water dish," said Edward. "It is hard to keep tin or
iron clean, so mother gave me that. It is in the shade, you see. Chum
likes cool water as well as I do. You have always found it there,
haven't you, old fellow?"

The dog looked up gravely into the boy's face and panted a little from
the heat.

"Why does a dog pant like that?" asked Edward.

"He perspires through his tongue," said his uncle. "That is why it is so
cruel to put a muzzle over a dog's mouth. When he is overheated he
suffers very much. I hope you never take Chum with you when you ride on
your bicycle."

"No, sir!" said Edward with emphasis. "Chum knows that when the bicycle
goes he must stay at home. I would never let him tire himself out by