"Well, I guess so. I'll tell you how I happened to get him, and then you can judge for yourself. I was in town day before yesterday, and, while walking along Bay Street, I felt something licking my hand. I looked around, and saw this dog. I had several errands that morning and the dog followed me every place. I simply couldn't get rid of him. Then I made inquiries to find out who owned him. For a long time nobody seemed to know anything about him. Finally I met a man down by the market who said he had seen him come off a Spanish vessel that was in port that morning. I asked the man where the vessel was, and he said it had sailed. Then I asked him what I ought to do about the dog, and he replied that he supposed I might as well keep him. After that, I went to father and told him about the dog and asked what I should do. He said he would advertise it, and then if nobody answered, I might do what I liked with him. We have heard nothing so far of an owner, so it begins to look as if the dog was mine." "Why haven't you told me before? You have had it two whole days." "Well, Beth, I didn't want you to know about it until I was sure he was mine. Besides, I'm going to give him away." Beth's eyes opened wide with astonishment. "Going to give this lovely dog away! Don't you like him?" "Yes, but I like the person I'm going to give him to better." "You must be awfully fond of that person, then." Beth was ashamed to think that she was a little jealous and tried not to show it by her manner. "I am. Guess to whom I am going to give him." "I can't." "To the only nice girl I know, and her name is Beth Davenport." "Not me?" Her eyes had grown very big. "Yes, you--really." Beth could not believe it for a while. When she did realize that Harvey was truly in earnest, she gave one long gasp of delight. Then she surprised both herself and Harvey by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. Harvey, boylike, was a little embarrassed, but he did not object, however. "Harvey, you're the nicest boy living. I don't know how to thank you." He looked very much pleased. "Do you really like him, Beth?" "Like him!----" She could not think of words strong enough to tell how much she liked him. "Is he as nice as Fritz? Do you forgive me now?" She immediately felt guilty, for it was a fact that she had not been friendly towards Harvey since the disappearance of Fritz. "He's a thousand times nicer, but perhaps you're just giving him to me because you think you ought to. Maybe the 'gator didn't eat Fritz after all." "I'm not giving him to you because of Fritz. You may keep Don even if Fritz comes back." "Is Don his name?" "I call him Don because he came off a Spanish vessel, and he seems to like the name, but you can call him anything you wish." "It's a pretty name, and I shall call him Don. Shan't I, Don?"