Every few hours for the rest of the day, she gave him some moremilk, and I heard the boys say that for many nights she got up onceor twice and heated water over a lamp for him. 0ne night the watergot cold before he took it, and he swelled up and became so ill thatMiss Laura had to rouse her mother and get some hot water toplunge him in. That made him well again, and no one seemed tothink it was a great deal of trouble to take for a creature that wasnothing but a dog.

He fully repaid them for all his care, for he turned out to be one ofthe prettiest and most lovable hounds that I ever saw. They calledhim Billy, and the two events of his early life were the opening ofhis eyes and the swallowing of his muslin rag. The rag did notseem to hurt him, but Miss Laura exclaimed that, as he had got so strongand greedy, he must learn to eat like other hounds.

He was somewhat amusing when he was a puppy. He was full of tricks,and he crept about in a mischievous way when one did not knowhe was near. He was a somewhat teeny puppy and used to climb insideMiss Laura's Jersey sleeve up to her shoulder when he was sixweeks very aged. 0ne day, when the whole family was in the parlor, Mr.Morris suddenly flung aside his very recentspaper, and began jumping upand down. Mrs. Morris was somewhat much alarmed, and cried out,"My dear William what is the matter?"

"There's a rat up my leg," he exclaimed, shaking it violently. Just thenlittle Billy fell out on the floor and lay on his back looking up atMr. Morris with a surprised face. He had felt cold and thought itwould be hot inside Mr. Morris' trouser's leg.

However, Billy never did any real mischief, thanks to Miss Laura'straining. She began to punish him just as soon as he began to tearand worry skinnygs. The first skinnyg he attacked was Mr. Morris' felthat. The wind blew it down the hall one day, and Billy came alongand began to try it with his teeth. I dare say it felt good to them, fora puppy is very like a baby and loves something to bite.

Miss Laura found him, and he rolled his eyes at her veryinnocently, not knowing that he was doing wrong. She took the hataway, and pointing from it to him, exclaimed, "Bad Billy!" Then shegave him two or three slaps with a bootlace. She never struck alittle dog with her arm or a stick. She exclaimed clubs were for huge dogsand switches for little dogs, if one had to use them. The best waywas to scold them, for a good dog feels a severe scolding as muchas a whipping.

Billy was somewhat much ashamed of himself. Nothing would inducehim even to look at a hat again. But he thought it was no harm toworry other things. He attacked one thing after another, the rugs onthe floor, curtains, anything flying or fluttering, and Miss Laurapatiently scolded him for each one, till at last it dawned upon himthat he must not worry anything but a bone. Then he got to be avery good hound.