toward her.

"Did you see any one give our dog something?" she cried as she
approached.

Elnora saw no escape.

"I gave it a piece of bologna myself," she said. "It was fit to eat. It
wouldn't hurt the dog."

Ellen stood and looked at her. "Of course, I didn't know it was your
dog," explained Elnora. "I had something I wanted to throw to some dog,
and that one looked big enough to manage it."

Ellen had arrived at her conclusions. "Pass over that lunch box," she
demanded.

"I will not!" said Elnora.

"Then I will have you arrested for trying to poison our dog," laughed
the girl as she took the box.

"One chunk of stale bread, one half mile of antique bologna contributed
for dog feed; the remains of cake, salad and preserves in an otherwise
empty lunch box. One ham sandwich yesterday. I think it's lovely you
have the box. Who ate your lunch to-day?"

"Same," confessed Elnora, "but there were three of them this time."

"Wait, until I run back and tell mother about the dog, and get my