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save the rest for to-morrow," said the mother. The family then retired 

 for the night. At this time the sister was able to get up and do the 

 chores herself, but visited the parents at meal time. 



In the morning the family rose very early. This little boy was 

 quite happy and would assist the mother at anything. While she was 

 getting some things ready for the meal, this little boy spoke out and 

 said to his mother, "Say, mother, I do wish you would be kind enough 

 to make a gravy or soup of clotted blood, mixed with nits (blooms 

 which contains small seeds like those of the tomato and grow in ponds 

 and along the edges of lakes), and if you have not the nits, make it 

 plain, with clotted blood ; I am very fond of it," said tiic nttle boy. 

 (Whether the mother had a bag of animal's blood, or scrapings from 

 rawhide, is uncertain. These scrapings are called clotted bloods, and 

 make a good gravy or 30up. It is probable that the clotted blood of 

 an animal was being boiled for the boy.) "Oh my! You are always 

 thinking of disagreeable victuals ! Can you not give your mother a 

 rest sometimes?" said the sister with passion. "My dear, don't be 

 too saucy to your little brother. Be good to him, will you?" said the 

 mother. The mother then proceeded in preparing the gravy. It was 

 nicely cooked. "Oh, mother, dip a big share for me, you know that I 

 am very fond- of it, and I would like to carry out in a bowl some more of 

 it for luncheon," said the little boy, taking a deep breath. "Let him 

 have the whole kettle and get satisfied !" said the sister with greater 

 passion. "All right ! Give it to me mother, I can drink it all !" 

 said the little boy. "Here, my boy, take it outside and drink it up," 

 said the mother. So the little boy got up, took the kettle, carrying it 

 otft of doors. For some time he sat on the ground with it, dipping his 

 fingers within and licking them. "Well, I see that my partners are go- 

 ing out to play, so I must go too." said the little boy, at the same time 

 secretly picking up the kettle. The folks did not suspect his actions. 



Reaching the shelter he saw that the little ones had been out 

 playing close to the shelter. "Is not that a pretty trick? My! They 

 are getting smart ^nd active," "said the little boy, advancing to the 

 shelter. "Say, nephews, I am here again. Come out here. Here is a 

 kettle of gravy for you all. I had to sneak away with it." The little 

 ones, quite large at this time, came out and pranced about near him. 

 After they had drank the gravy, this little boy slyly returned the kettle 

 and returned to them. "Well, dear nephews, I am so glad that you are 

 growing fast. Let us go over to the sand-bar and play there," said 

 the little boy. 



When the boy came back from heme he found the puppies changed 



