.1 FUXyr LITTLE MOTHER. 



11 



and then came back to me, as if coaxing me to follow him. 1 

 thought him too wise a dog to be mistaken ; so I followed him, though 

 a little slowly. He seemed to notice this, and to beg me to hasten. 

 In a moment more I saw dear little Mary toddling along the railroad 

 track. I felt sure that the dog's quick ears must have heard the 

 train, which Avas coming round the curve. I hurried fast enough, 

 I can tell you. Carlo had never before allowed me to pick her up, 

 even for a moment. Xow he seemed fairly wild with joy when I 

 caught her in my arms. He led me home in a perfect dance of 

 delight. 



After that I was a privileged friend, for Carlo never forgot that 

 moi-ning. To the day of his death he thanked me, in his mute, 

 loving, way, every time he saw me. 



A FUXXY LITTLE MOTHER. 



Peep! Peep! Peep! Ten little orphan babies all crying at once, 

 and each one trying to cry louder than the other. 



What should be done with them? Poor mother Hen Blacky 

 had been killed, and who was 



to take care of her ten 1iabv- 

 chicken^^ Ilcn SpLckk h ul 





twelve children of her own, — as many as she could cover. Xo 

 room for the orphans there. Hen Whitey's eight children were so 

 large and so ill-natured they would not let the downy little new- 

 comers so much as look in their coop. 



