Whitey's troubles had made him meek and humble. He did not at this time expect anything and he was out of hopes and plans. He did not observe any whisperings at the portals of the big store nor see the wonder on the face of the porter. What he did see presently was a round pasteboard box that the porter set down under his very nose. It was torn a little at one side and what was in the box began to melt and run down to the pavement. Whitey moved his ears a little at the sight. It actually looked eatable. He doubted if it was, but he put out his tongue and touched it. When Lizzie and Mattie turned again they stood amazed. People were looking amused as they passed and many a heart was made glad and light. One could read it in their faces. An unusual kindness is a love-flash that makes life sweeter to all who get it in their eyes. "I'll bet there's a quart there," said Mattie. "No, there ain't nuther. I guess a sick dog couldn't eat a hull quart of ice cream--it's jest a pint." "Look how he licks it up. My! I'll bet it's good!" "He's a gulpin' to beat the band," returned Lizzie. "He never hed it before, _I'll_ bet." "Or you nuther, Mattie Black." "You can't talk much," answered Mattie. By this time Whitey had cleared up his spread pretty thoroughly. Not a drop lingered in the circle at the bottom of the box and the pavement was dry. Whitey walked over to the side of the building and lay down in the sun. He put his nose between his paws. His body was as thin and forlorn as ever, but away at the tip of his pink, shabby tail was a little, short-lived wag. It was the language of gratitude and hope. It had been absent for days--ever since he was lost. The little girl who had caused it was riding home in her carriage, but the alley folks took note of it and they were appeased. They no longer envied the dog. As for Whitey, the rich cream worked its work. As he lay in the sun he felt new hopes and plans revive. Of a sudden he remembered a bakery where he had chanced to get some plate scrapings. He would go again. And go he did. His body and his hopes were alike nourished with his recent treat. Whitey actually walked over to the bakery alley with a decided and prolonged wag to his tail. The ice cream had placed it there. It really made the turning point for better times for Whitey. [Illustration: POPPY. FROM KŒHLER'S MEDICINAL-PFLANZEN. CHICAGO: A. W. MUMFORD, PUBLISHER.] DESCRIPTION OF PLATE.--_A_, flowering plant, white variety; _B_, flower of red variety; 1 pistil and stamens; 2, stamen; 3, pollen grains; 4 and 5, pistil; 6, ripe capsule; 7, 8, 9, seed. THE POPPY. (_Papaver somniferum L._) DR. ALBERT SCHNEIDER, Northwestern University School of Pharmacy. Sleep hath forsook and given me o'er To death's benumbing opium as my only cure. --_Milton, S. A. l. 630._