"Nobody could be better than Frolic, who forgave my brother, and saved
my life, and is so gentle to every one."

"Have you forgotten me, Lucy, in the two years I have been Frolic? Do
you not know your friend Floribel?"

Lucy threw her arms around her. "O Floribel, is it you? You have come
back again! How glad I am! And yet I feel sorry to lose little Frolic,
too. I wish you could be both Frolic and Floribel."

Edgar was gladly surprised when a little girl came out with Lucy, to
ride home with them, instead of Frolic. "I owe it all to you," she
said, "that I have become a little girl. It was your beautiful music."
They had a lovely drive home in the moonlight, and Floribel staid with
Lucy all night. Her grandmother did not much mind whether a little
dog was at home or not. In the morning, instead of an eager paw
scratching at the door, she heard a little girl's happy morning voice,
saying, "Let me in, grandmother, please." When she opened it, in
bounded Floribel, kissed her grandmother, and caught up little Zach,
dancing all about the room, in great delight.

"Pray, be still," cried her grandmother, "and let me see you. Are you
really my own little Floribel, come back?"

"Yes, grandmother, yes, Zach. Frolic has gone, and Floribel has come."

"'Ittle dog done, 'ittle dirl tome; me 'ove 'ittle dog, me 'ove 'ittle
dirl," was Zach's grave remark.