IV 
Billy, the Dog That Made Good 
SILLY BILLY 
E WAS the biggest fool pup I ever 
saw, chuck full of life and spirits, 
always going at racing speed, 
generally into mischief; breaking 
his neck nearly over some small 
matter; breaking his heart if his 
master did not notice him, chewing up clothing, hats, 
and boots, digging up garden stuff that he could not 
eat, mistaking every leg of every chair and table for 
a lamp-post, going direct from wallow in the pigstye 
tofrolic in the baby’s cradle, getting kicked in the ribs 
by horses and tossed by cows, but still the same 
hilarious, rollicking, endlessly good-natured, ener- 
getic fool pup, and given by common consent the 
fit and lasting name of ‘‘Silly Billy.” 
It was maddening to find on the first cold morn- 
ing that he had chewed up one’s leather glove, but 
it was disarming to have that irrepressible, good- 
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