Frederick was sitting on the curb, crying, when Billy came along and
asked him what was the matter.

"Oh, I feel so bad 'cause Major's dead--my nice old collie!" sobbed
Frederick.

"Shucks!" said Billy. "My grandmother's been dead a week, and you
don't catch me crying."

Frederick gave his eyes and nose a swipe with his hand, and, looking
up at Billy, sobbed, despairingly:

"Yes, but you didn't raise your grandmother from a pup."


_Dogs and their Friends._
_(The Greeting)_

A thousand velvet eyes aglow with thanks,
A thousand tiny paws in welcome waved,
An orchestra of barks and neighs and purrs
Struck up, and maddest gayety betrayed!
Each satin nose will press its owner's hand,
Such happiness and frolic will abound
When Anti-Cruelty meets all its friends
At last, within their Happy Hunting Ground!

--_Marie Bordeaux_.