"Is he gentle, father?"

"Yes, Dolly, as gentle as your own kitten; come and pat him."

At once the little hand was patting about all over my shoulder without fear.How good it felt!

"Let me get him a bran mash while you rub him down," exclaimed the mother.

"Do, Polly, it's just what he wants; and I know you have got a beautiful mashready for me."