spilt the milk. You see the baby is not at
all afraid of the dog, and she is too good-tempered
to cry about the milk being spilt; but
she holds her spoon out of Ponto's way and
says, "Naughty, naughty!"

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CLEVER TRAY.

I want to tell you a true story about the
terrier dog you see having a game at hide-and-seek
with our two children.

One evening, nurse had put baby to bed,
and tucked her in quite snug and warm.
Having to do some shopping, nurse went out,
and, in going along the street she felt something
pulling her skirt, and on looking down
discovered Tray with her skirt in his mouth.
Nurse thought he was only playing, and tried
to shake him off, but he began to bark and
whine, and seemed to say, in his doggish way:
"Please _do_ attend to me; _do_ come back
with me!" that at last, just to see if he would
leave off, she began to walk home. And oh,
how delighted Tray was! When they reached
the house Tray ran up-stairs, and nurse
discovered baby sitting up in bed, and screaming
sadly. The little thing had awoke, and