little dog named Frolic, and wondered if any one would love it as much
as Floribel did Frolic. Looking round the room it spied out the doll
house, with the dolls and pretty furniture in it, and thought it could
play with them just as before. But little paws are not so handy as
little hands, and the dog broke off the arm of a chair, smashed in a
doll's head, and made such a disturbance in the doll house, that the
grandmother said, "Come away, puppy; let Floribel's things remain just
as she left them."

"Am I not Floribel?" thought the dog, and barked as much as to say so,
and looked up so dolefully in the grandmother's face, that she said,
"Poor little creature; you had better go out and have a run," and
opened the door. The dog could not resist its active little legs, and
off it sped, until it came to the school house. The children saw a
little brown face with sparkling eyes peeping in, and one whispered to
another, "How much that looks like Floribel's Frolic; do you think he
has come back again?"

"Why, no," said another; "do you not know it is Floribel herself,
changed by the dwarf into a dog?"

"O, dear! what a pity!" exclaimed the children, and some of them began
to cry; but others said it must be fine fun to be a little dog, and
run about all day, with no lessons to learn.

When the teacher saw the children could think of nothing but the dog,
she said it might come in a little while; so it jumped into the room,
and ran all round, from one child to another, receiving many a gentle
pat and kind word, and at length laid itself down under Floribel's
empty seat, looking about with such mournful eyes, that the children