said, "Poor fellow! I am sure it would rather be Floribel, and have
the hardest arithmetic lesson to learn, than be only a little
scampering dog. Would it not, doggy?" and the dog bobbed its head up
and down, as much as to say, "Yes, I am sure I should."

After school the dog and children ran races together; but no child
could run so fast as the dog, with its four legs. It went frisking
home, and the grandmother called out, "Why, Frolic!" thinking, for a
moment, it was the dog they had before, and that Floribel would come
bounding in after it. From that time she always called it Frolic.

The next day the cousins arrived in their wagon, and stopping at the
gate, they saw a little dog in the yard, and called out, "There is
Frolic, returned. I wonder why Floribel does not come out. Has she
forgotten it is her birthday, and that we were to come and carry her
home to the party? And where is grandfather? Why is he not sitting in
his arm chair, in the doorway?"

Running up the path, they saw their grandmother at the window, dancing
a baby up and down. "Where did grandmother pick up that baby?" they
exclaimed, and rushed into the house. There they heard the strange
story, and truly astonished they were. "Can this be grandfather?"
cried Sarah. "This little cooing baby, my own grandfather, who always
said such wise things?"

"And can this little foolish dog be my cousin Floribel, who had such
long curls, and such a sweet smile!" exclaimed Robert. "What will
mother say?"

"Let us dress it up in Floribel's clothes, and mother will think it is