292 Life and Immortality. 
Things resumed their wonted sway. Happiness reigned 
once more in the family. Frisky’s matutinal visits were as 
though they had not been interrupted. His frolics had all 
their former vivacity. The sin committed had been con- 
doned, and he in splendid repute again. 
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MY DOG FRISKY. 
How He Greeted His Master. 
A week since his first wrong-doing had elapsed. Would 
he repeat his plan of getting rid of the obnoxious bath >— 
had never entered our minds. The day dawned bright and 
lovely. All was bustle outside, and the slamming of shutters 
told that the servant was astir in the kitchen. As was her 
usual custom, the entry door was left open for Frisky. All 
ears were on the stretch. There were no familiar signs. 
The sharp, glad bark that always heralded his coming was 
wanting, and so, too, the timing of little feet upon the stairs. 
Not a sound of breathing, not a rustle of counterpane, was 
heard. Still and motionless we all lay, till the minutes 
seemed hours, and then came the thought that it was 
