child," she exclaimed. "When he was my old Zachary, he was very good
natured; but now he is little Zach, I can hardly stay in the house
with him." She laid him on the bed, hoping he would fall asleep; but
he screamed as if he had never dreamt of such a thing as sleeping. The
little dog barked as if it fain would do something, and at last hopped
on to the bed, and softly patted the baby to sleep with one of its
fore paws, and then, wearied with the adventures of the day, fell
asleep itself, leaving the old lady to her lonely meditations.

The next morning the baby and dog awoke very early, as little dogs and
babies always do; so that the poor grandmother had to rise, when she
would gladly have slept four hours longer, to give them some
breakfast. Then she looked about for something to dress the baby
in. She opened the closet, and there hung old Zachary's best Sunday
coat. Sad as she felt, she could not help smiling to think how funny
he would look in it now. She took down a white dress of Floribel's,
and began to cut the sleeves and waist smaller, that it might fit the
baby. O, how troubled the little dog was, to see her cutting up the
pretty new dress, which was to have been worn by Floribel, on her
birthday, at a party her cousins were to give for her, at Elderbrook,
their pleasant farm, two miles from the village! And when the little
dog thought how, on the morrow, all the gay cousins would come for
Floribel, and would find only a brown dog, it laid its head on the
grandmother's feet, and whined so piteously that she began to weep,
and said, "We are having hard times, Floribel! yes, very hard times!"
and then the baby began to cry too, as if it understood all about it.

The dog wondered whether it would still be called Floribel; a pretty
name for a little girl, it thought, but not at all the name for a
dog. Then it remembered the time when it was Floribel, and had a