CHAPTER XII 



: WHEN thoughts recall the past, 

 His eyes are on me cast, 



I know that he feels, what my breaking heart 

 would say; 



Although he cannot speak 

 I'll vainly, vainly seek 

 A better friend than old dog Tray." 



STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER. 



I 



"A HE very next day our dear doctor 

 and aunt Mary came from Cedar- 

 crest to visit us in the city, and I 

 was so happy when all four sat down in the 

 warm, sunny bay with me. They told how 

 their old dog, Sportum, had staid home to 

 take care of the "house," as they told him, 

 and Dannie, the man, would come every day 

 to feed him and Kitty, the horse. I learned 

 to know and love old Sportum very dearly 

 afterwards. 



The next morning we found everything 

 white with the falling snow, and we all had 

 to stay in. Mamma remarked that I had 



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