The Spanish Chest by Edna Adelaide Brown
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about taking care of sheep and they understand everything their
masters want. We saw one once that separated and brought to his master three sheep out of a big flock and the man didn't say one word, only motioned to him. He wants you to throw it again." "I can't throw stones for you all night," said Fran at last. "You take a turn, Edith." Edith threw a pebble picked up at random. The collie raced for it and after a sniff, returned without it. "He wants his own stone and no other," laughed Frances. "See, he's hunting all about. There, he's found it!" For a good mile down the beach the collie accompanied them, till both were tired of play. Convinced that they would throw his stone no longer, the dog reluctantly left them. Looking back, they saw him accosting a young man, who promptly yielded to the mute coaxing. "I wonder whose dog he is," said Edith. "He didn't seem to belong to any one we passed. I fancy he's here on his own." "We really ought to go over to Castle Elizabeth soon," observed Frances. "Doesn't it look like a huge monster stranded out there in the harbor?" "Sister is afraid of the tides," replied Edith. "A soldier was drowned there the other day, trying to cross the causeway after the tide had turned. Look, Fran, I believe that must be his |
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