HOW SCAMP HID FROM THE RATS. 



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It was dark inside, and when I got over my fright I found the 

 jv^hite stuff was quite hard. It smelt so good that I thought I 

 would taste it; so I bit off a piece. I ate it, and liked it. Then I 

 iried another mouthful. Then I- ate a lot. I was having a fine 

 feast, when the cellar-door opened, and I heard my master call, 

 " Scamp ! Scamp ! " I did not stir. He came inside and said, 

 "Here, Scamp! — where are you?" I waited, for I thought he 

 would soon come after me. I knew I was doing something wrong. 



He then came towards the barrel, calling me, but I did not 

 answer. At last he turned around, and was going out again, when 

 I thought of the rats. Then I barked. *' Where are you, you 

 Scamp?" cried my master. I barked again. He came to the 

 barrel and looked in. 



