HOW SCAMP HID FROM THE RATS. 



One day my master went out and locked me in the cellar. I felt 

 very lonely for a while, and then I began to think of rats. Pug- 

 dogs don't like rats. The longer I sat still and thought, the more 

 I fancied I heard them. 



At last I was so frightened that I got up and walked along the 

 cellar towards the window. It was only a little window, but it was 

 more cheerful in the light than sitting in the dark corner. I sat 

 down and wondered how long it would be before my master would 

 come for me. It seemed almost an hoiu* since he had gone. 



I was just about to bark, when I saw a big barrel close by me. 

 I went towards it. A great pile of coal was behind it. I ran up 



the coal and looked over into the barrel. There was something 

 white inside. It smelt good.- I reached over. Whoop! I lost 

 my balance and fell inside. Oh ! but I was scared. I twisted my- 

 self as I fell, and so did not land on my head, but plump on my 

 side. 



