"Just then Mother came to see where I was. When she saw what had
happened she hugged me hard. Then she hugged Hero hard too. The next day
she bought Hero a new collar with his name on it in big letters--HERO.
That night Hero had a big bone with lots of meat on it for his supper."

The children enjoyed Paul's story as much as they had Dot's. They
thought Hero was a fine name for such a brave dog. They said Paul was
a lucky boy to have a pet like that.

On another day little Dot was blindfolded. The slip of paper she drew
had this name on it--_Betty_. So it was Betty's turn to tell about her
pet. This is what she told:

"My pet is a pigeon. He is not just a common pigeon like the ones on
the church roof. He is a carrier pigeon. My Uncle Fred brought him from
France. He calls him the living airplane. Can you tell why?

"He is named Arrow. In France Arrow used to carry messages to the
soldiers. These messages were written on tiny slips of paper and tied
around Arrow's neck.

"When Uncle Fred came home he taught Arrow to go from my grandmother's
house to our house and straight back again. It was a ten mile trip.

"This is the way Uncle Fred did it. Almost every day he would feed Arrow
at both places. It was easy for him to do this as he used to ride over
to our house a great deal. When he took Arrow away from one place he
would leave some grain there. Arrow knew this. So when he was let loose
he would fly straight to the grain. He never seemed to lose his way or