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"How did you get out, you bad dog?" said 

 his mistress, stamping her foot. 



" Dug a hole under the door," whined the cul- 

 prit ; " the earth told me the way as far as the 

 other side of the river, and then I saw the 

 basket." And he sniffed and looked unspeakable 

 things with his big brown eyes, now really heavy 

 arid sad. "It was very hard digging, mistress." 



" Don't you know that you have been sick, 

 and that it cost the whole of one of father's 

 dollars to pay the Blacksmith for coming to 

 see you, and you will never be able to earn a 

 dollar?" 



Waddles seemed crushed, and did not answer 

 except by wagging his tail. 



Then Tommy-Anne simply had to laugh, he 

 looked so pitiful, and said, " Never mind for 

 this time, because I can't whip a sick dog, even 

 if he is bad. You shall have the top lid of my 

 sandwiches for your dinner, and perhaps Obi 

 will be kind enough to carry you home." 



And Waddles was so meek, that he seemed 

 pleased with bread and butter, which he usually 

 scorned. 



After dinner followed a great hunt for wild- 

 flowers, turtles, and tree-toads, and then the 

 question was how to get home. Obi had found 



