I DON'T believe that a dog could have fallen into a happier home
than I did. In a week, thanks to good nursing, good food, and kind
words, I was almost well. Mr. Harry washed and dressed my sore
ears and tail every day till he went home, and one day, he and the
boys gave me a bath out in the stable. They carried out a tub of
warm water and stood me in it. I had never been washed before in
my life and it felt very queer. Miss Laura stood by laughing and
encouraging me not to mind the streams of water trickling all over
me. I couldn't help wondering what Jenkins would have said if he
could have seen me in that tub.

That reminds me to say, that two days after I arrived at the
Morrises', Jack, followed by all the other boys, came running into
the stable. He had a newspaper in his hand, and with a great deal
of laughing and joking, read this to me:

"Fairport Daily News, June 3d. In the police court this morning,
James Jenkins, for cruelly torturing and mutilating a dog, fined ten
dollars and costs."

Then he said, "What do you think of that, Joe? Five dollars apiece
for your ears and your tail thrown in. That's all they're worth in the
eyes of the law. Jenkins has had his fun and you'll go through life
worth about three-quarters of a dog. I'd lash rascals like that. Tie
them up and flog them till they were scarred and mutilated a little
bit themselves. Just wait till I'm president. But there's some more,
old fellow. Listen: 'Our reporter visited the house of the
above-mentioned Jenkins, and found a most deplorable state of
affairs. The house, yard and stable were indescribably filthy. His
horse bears the marks of ill-usage, and is in an emaciated