Q^eing (Boob to (§taxB 



shell Johnny imitated my every act without crush- 

 ing the shell. 



i While Jenny was asleep on the grass, I placed a 

 large umbrella over her. When she opened her eyes, 

 she at once commenced a quiet though frightened 

 study of the strange thing. She closed one eye, 

 turned her head to one side, and looked up into it; 

 then, turning her head, closed the other eye for a 

 look. A sudden puff of wind gave life to the um- 

 brella and this in turn to Jenny. She made a des- 

 perate dash to escape the mysterious monster. The 

 wind whirled the umbrella before her and she 

 landed in it. Wrecking the umbrella, she fled in 

 terror, bellowing with every jump. It took more 

 than an hour to explain matters and assure Jenny 

 that I had not been playing any tricks. 



Scotch, my short-nosed collie, was with me when 

 Johnny and Jenny were growing up. Johnny and 

 Scotch were fond of each other, and though each 

 was a little jealous of the master's attention to the 

 other, they got along admirably. Ofttimes they 

 wrestled, and sometimes in their rough and tumble 

 they played pretty roughly. As a climax often 

 Scotch would aim for a neck-hold on Johnny and 

 hammer him on the tip of his sensitive nose with 



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