As they drove along, Frolic peeped from the bottom of the chaise,
where it was curled up at Lucy's feet, and saw the crimson sunset. A
sudden thought came, that it would be the last sunset it would see
with a dog's eyes. When it scrambled up the stairs to the concert
room, it thought, "I shall never go pattering up stairs again on dog's
paws;" and when it entered the room, and saw the hundred little girls
in white dresses and blue sashes, it looked about very gravely, saying
to itself, "Soon I shall be a little girl in a white dress and blue
sash;" and yet it knew not how all this was to happen.

The concert began; chorus and solo, the sweet, clear strains arose in
the air, and at every one the dog pricked up its ears; but every
strain found and left it a little brown dog, lying on the step of the
platform, and it began to think that a dog it should always
remain. Just as it was in despair came a new piece, a solo, tender and
entreating, as if a spirit were seeking its way through the lonely
night air; and then a full chorus joined in, joyous and triumphant,
with the tender tone running through it. Frolic lay with its head
pressed close on its fore paws, thrilled through and through by the
music. When it was over, Lucy turned to look for her dog, and saw a
child, with rich brown curls, sitting on the step. "Have you any where
seen a little brown dog, with a coral necklace on?" she asked.

"I am the little dog," answered the child. "And here is the coral
necklace you gave me, round my neck."

"You look too good to steal my dog's necklace," said Lucy.

"Do I look too good to be your little dog?"