kit-ten for their ver-y own. So pus-sy went back in the bas-ket which had
brought the dain-ties.

Near-ly ev-er-y day af-ter this the chil-dren went to see Ruth, for at
least a week. By that time she was well e-nough to be out, and some-times
came to see them.




[Illustration]

What is it that these lit-tle tots are all so anx-ious to see? It must
be a Christ-mas-tree.




ROB JACKSON'S DOG.


[Illustration]

Rob Jack-son's dog jumped off the lit-tle bridge in-to the mill pond to
fetch a stick that Hal Jones threw for him. The wheel was in full mo-tion,
and Jack, for that was the dog's name, was drawn in toward it. Rob was
a-fraid that Jack was go-ing to be drowned and was just a-bout to jump
in af-ter him, when one of the mill hands held him fast. "Wait a bit,"
said the man, and he held out a long pole to Jack who clutched it with
his teeth and was drawn safely to land.