Harriet is little girl two years old. One day in June her mother was giving her a ride in the carriage. Harriet saw a little dog. The dog ran after the automobiles and tried to catch them. When Harriet saw this, she turned to her mother and said, “Dog chase car.” The dog chased other cars, too. Harriet thought it was great fun to watch the dog do this. She enjoyed watching the dog chase the cars. The dog, too, had a good time. Ben Ben is a little pet dog. He lives in a brick house near our school. One day the man who owned him was out in the yard. He had a big football. A leather strap was fastened to this ball. The man threw the ball. He said, “Ben, get the ball.” Ben ran and got the ball. He carried the ball by the leather strap. He brought it back to his master. One time the ball hit the dog on the head. Then the dog rolled over on the ground. He ran after the ball many, many times. But after a while the man said, “This is the last time.” He took the ball and went into the house. He said, “Come on, Ben.” The dog obeyed his master and followed him into the house. I wish that I had a dog like that. Do you? [Illustration: Dog at fence] Donald’s Pet Dog Donald had a pet dog. His name was Ted. One day Ted ran away. He stayed away for a long time. Then one day he came back. He was glad to be home again. But Donald was afraid that Ted might run away again. So, at first, he tied him to a long clothes line. Soon he noticed that the dog was panting. Then he took him to the garden. He filled a pail with fresh water. Ted was very thirsty. He drank and drank. Ted was grateful to his master for the cool drink of water. He looked up at Donald and wagged his tail as if he were saying, “Thank you.” A Brave Dog I read this story in a newspaper. It was midnight. The people were all fast asleep. The house was burning. A pet dog saw the smoke, and knew there was a fire. The dog barked and barked, until he awoke all the people. He saved the lives of all the people. He saved the life of a baby, too. But the dog himself was so badly burned that he died. The people buried him in a little grave in a back yard. They will never forget this brave dog. Pal One day in April we drove to a farmhouse. The farmer had a little puppy only three weeks old. He was brown and white. We bought the dog for ten dollars. We brought him home in a little basket. Now he lives at our house. We feed him toast and milk. He is still a puppy. Sometimes he is very naughty. He even goes into our beautiful pansy bed. But he is slowly learning how to behave. His name is Pal. When he grows up, he will be a big, beautiful collie. “Doggy, You Must Promise”