walk on the shore of the river, it saw a little girl who had paddled
out in an old boat, which was fast filling with water. In her fright
the girl had dropped her paddle overboard, and had no means of getting
ashore. Frolic scampered off to a man who was walking at some
distance, but seeing it was Edgar, who had given him that sad kick,
for a moment scarcely ventured to approach him; then, thinking the
little girl would be drowned if it did not make haste, it ran to
Edgar, and jumped on him, pulling and barking. "Poor Frolic," said
Edgar, "I treated you unkindly once, and now you forgive me." But
Frolic pulled harder and harder, and ran towards the river, and then
back again to Edgar, so that at last he thought something was the
matter, and hastened to the shore. In a few minutes he had rowed out
in another boat, and reached the sinking one just in time to save his
own sister Lucy from drowning. O, how they both thanked Frolic when
they reached the shore! and Edgar said he would never, in all his
life, hurt a living thing again; it was bad enough to be a dog,
without being kicked for it.

From that time Lucy and Frolic became the greatest friends. Wherever
one was seen, the other was sure to be near. Those who passed her
house would see Lucy singing at her work, under the great elm tree,
and little Frolic lying close at her feet, looking up in her face. She
always took the dog with her when she went with Edgar to a neighboring
town, where he taught a singing school. One evening the scholars were
to give a concert, and Edgar said they had better not take Frolic,
lest he should bark; but Lucy answered, "O, let us take the poor
little thing; it loves music better than any thing. I sometimes think
it will sing itself, some day, instead of barking, and be one of your
best scholars;" and the dog looked so entreatingly at Edgar, that he
consented to take it.