THE DREAM FOX 3 



whys. I like outdoors much better than in- 

 doors, and dogs better than cats and dolls; but, 

 as I'm a girl, I want to be called by a girl's name, 

 so please, father-mother, call me Anne. Then, 

 perhaps, by and by when I grow up and have to 

 wear long skirts and turn up my hair and tread 

 on every step of the stairs and always go through 

 gates, I may like to be called my whole name, 

 Diana, after the hunting lady with the young 

 moon on her head." 



Meanwhile Waddles had been growing into 

 quite a sober, middle-aged dog, with many affairs 

 of his own and even troubles to attend to 

 troubles that he considered far worse than Aunt 

 Prue's broom or his old enemy, the Miller's cat, 

 for Aunt Prue did not live at the house now that 

 Anne's mother was quite well and strong again, 

 and the Miller's cat had one lame front paw, and 

 seldom dared dogs to fight with her. 



Waddles' first grievance was that he could not 

 take his usual naps in the study scrap-basket, as 

 Tommy kept his blocks in the comfortable old 

 one, while the new one was high and tipped over 

 easily, in addition to being made of rough, prickly 

 straw. This was a slight grievance, however, 

 beside other things ; and as Waddles walked 

 slowly up stairs, and along the hall to Anne's 



