[Illustration: AUNT HANNAH AND SETH A STORY OF SOME PEOPLE AND A DOG. BY JAMES OTIS] [Illustration: “‘HI, LIMPY!’ A SHRILL VOICE CRIED.”] [Illustration: _Aunt Hannah And Seth By James Otis Author of “How Tommy Saved the Barn” etc. New York Thomas Y. Crowell & Co. Publishers_] Copyright, 1900, by THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO. CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGE I.—AN ADVERTISEMENT, 1 II.—THE COUNTRY, 20 III.—AUNT HANNAH, 39 IV.—THE FLIGHT, 58 V.—AN ACCIDENT, 76 VI.—SUNSHINE, 95 AUNT HANNAH. CHAPTER I. AN ADVERTISEMENT. A SMALL boy with a tiny white dog in his arms stood near the New York approach to the Brooklyn Bridge on a certain June morning not many years since, gazing doubtfully at the living tide which flowed past him, as if questioning whether it might be safe to venture across the street. Seth Barrows, otherwise known by his acquaintances as Limpy Seth, because of what they were pleased to speak of as “a pair of legs that weren’t mates,” was by no means dismayed by the bustle and apparent confusion everywhere around him. Such scenes were familiar, he having lived in the city, so far as he knew, from the day of his birth; but, owing to his slight lameness, it was not always a simple matter for him to cross the crowded streets. “Hi, Limpy!” a shrill voice cried from amid the pedestrians in the distance, and as Seth looked quickly toward the direction from which had come the hail, he noted that a boy with hair of such a vivid hue of red as would attract particular attention from any person within whose range of vision he might come, was frantically trying to force a passage. Seth stepped back to a partially sheltered position beneath the stairway of the overhead bridge, and awaited the coming of his friend. “Out swellin’, are you?” the boy with the red hair asked, as he finally approached, panting so heavily that it was with difficulty he could speak. “Goin’ to give up business?” “I got rid of my stock quite a while ago, an’ counted on givin’ Snip a chance to run in the park. The poor little duffer don’t have much fun down at Mother Hyde’s while I’m workin’.” “You might sell him for a pile of money, Limpy, an’ he’s a heap of bother for you,” the new-comer said reflectively, as he stroked the dog’s long, silken hair. “Teddy Dixon says he’s got good blood in him——” “Look here, Tim, do you think I’d sell Snip, no matter how much money I might get for him? Why, he’s the only relation I’ve got in all this world!” and the boy buried his face in the dog’s white hair. “It costs more to keep him than you put out for yourself.” “What of that? He thinks a heap of me, Snip does, an’ he’d be as sorry as I would if anything happened to one of us.” “Yes, I reckon you are kind’er stuck on him! It’s a pity, Limpy, ’cause you can’t hustle same’s the rest of us do, an’ so don’t earn as much money.”