perhaps go into the country and bring home great bundles of yellow and
blue and crimson flowers.

The tumble-down old house in which the family lived was near a tall,
gray church. It was a beautiful old church, and all the children loved
it, but Lolo most of all. He loved it in the morning, when the people
brought in great bunches of white lilies to trim it; and at noon, when
it was cool and shady; and at sunset, when the long rays shone through
the painted windows and made blue and golden and violet lights on the
floor.

One morning Lolo and Moufflou were sitting on the church steps and
watching the people, when a gentleman who was passing by stopped to
look at the dog.

"That's a very fine poodle," he said.

"Indeed he is," cried Lolo. "But you should see him on Sundays when he
is just washed; then he is as white as snow."

"Can he do any tricks?" asked the gentleman.

"I should say so," said Lolo, for he had taught the dog all he knew.
"He can stand on his hind legs, he can dance, he can speak, he can
make a wheelbarrow of himself, and when I put a biscuit on his nose
and count one, two, three, he will snap and catch the biscuit."

The gentleman said he should like to see some of the tricks, and
Moufflou was very glad to do them, for no one had ever whipped him or
hurt him, and he loved to do what his little master wished. Then the