A Dog's Tale

The humble little friend is gone where go the beasts that perish.'"

father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a Presbyterian. This is what my mother told me, I do not know these nice distinctions myself. To me they are only fine large words meaning nothing. My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, and see other dogs look surprised and envious, as wondering how she got so much education.

My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a Presbyterian. This is what my mother told me, I do not know these nice distinctions myself. To me they are only fine large words meaning nothing. My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, and see other dogs look surprised and envious, as wondering how she got so much education.

flocked in to hear about my heroism—that was the name they called it by, and it means agriculture.

who was a Presbyterian like me, and belonged to the Scotch minister

she gently using me for a foot-stool, knowing it pleased me, for it was a caress;

do not know what the word means, but my mother would know how to use it and get effects.

she taught us not by words only, but by example, and that is the best way and the surest and the most lasting.

interested in what it meant,

she had more presence of mind than culture