dear Moufflon, that day after day he lay in his bed calling for the
dog, and that at last one afternoon Moufflon came back to them, thin
and hungry and dirty, but so glad to see his little master again.
Nobody knew, said Tasso, how he could have found his way so many miles
alone, but there he was, and now he begged the gentleman to be so kind
as to take back the money. He would go and be a soldier, if he must;
but Lolo and his dog must never be parted again.

The gentleman told Tasso that he seemed to be a kind brother, and that
he might keep the money and the dog too, if only he would find them
another poodle and teach him to be as wise and faithful as Moufflou
was. Tasso was so glad that he thanked them again and again, and
hurried home to tell Lolo and his mother the good news. He soon found
a poodle almost as pretty as Moufflou, and every day Lolo, who has
grown strong now, helps Tasso to teach him all of Moufflon's tricks.

Sometimes Lolo turns and puts his arms around Moufflon's neck and
says,--

"Tell me, my Moufflou, how you ever came back to me, over all the
rivers, and all the bridges, and all the miles of road?"

Moufflou can never answer him, but I think he must have found his way
home because he loved his master so much; and the grown people always
say, "Love will find out the way."




BENJY IN BEASTLAND.