Watch put down his white paw and lifted the other. "White, black!--white, black!" said Rob, as fast as he could pronounce the words; and, just as fast as he said them, the dog held up his paws. At this moment, Nelly appeared, her cheeks very red, carrying a little yellow and white puppy in her arms. "Oh! see this dear little puppy!" she said; "doesn't he just match Pumpkinseed?" "We might call him Pumpkin Blossom," said Mrs. March. "His name's Trotter," said Zeb. "He's jest got it learned: I guess you can't change it very easy. Put him down, miss, and I'll show you what he can do. I hain't taught him much yet; he's such a pup: but there's nothin' he can't learn. Trotter, roll over!" The puppy lay down instantly and rolled over and over. "Faster!" said Zeb. Trotter rolled faster. "Faster! faster! fast as you can!" cried Zeb; and Trotter rolled so fast that you could hardly see his legs or his tail; he looked like a round ball of yellow hair, with two bright eyes in it. Nelly and Rob shouted with laughter, and even Mr. March and Deacon Plummer laughed hard. They had been so busy that they had not observed that it was growing dark. Suddenly Zeb looked up, and said:-- "Ye'd better run in: it's going to be a snow flurry." "A snow flurry!" exclaimed Mrs. March, looking up at the bright blue sky overhead. "Where's the snow to come from?" "Out o' that cloud, mum," replied Zeb, pointing to a black cloud just coming up over the top of the hill to the west. "'T'll be here in less than five minutes; mebbe 't'll be hail: reckon 't will."