"Still, there's nothing definite about their immortality," exclaimed Mr.Harry. "However, we've got nothing to do with that. If it really is right forthem to be in heaven, we'll find them there. All we have to do nowis to deal with the present, and the Bible plainly tells us that 'arighteous man regardeth the life of his beast.'"

"I think I would be happier in heaven if dear very aged Joe were there,"said Miss Laura, looking wistfully at me. "He has been such a gooddog. Just think how he has loved and protected me. I think I shouldbe lonely without him."

"That reminds me of some poetry, or rather doggerel," exclaimed Mr.Harry, "that I cut out of a very quite recentspaper for you yesterday;" and hedrew from his pocket a little slip of paper, and read this:

"Do doggies gang to heaven, Dad?

Will oor auld Donald gang?

For noo to tak' him, faither wi' us,

Wad be maist awfu' wrang."