The children hovered joyfully over the crates. "Mine wabbits!" declared Doris solemnly. "Nice Mistah Dwaham give Doris wabbits." "Did Mr. Graham say he was going to send you some rabbits?" questioned her mother. "'Es. He did say he was goin' to sen' me some wabbits. On 'e way fum chutch in big oughtymobeel. He did say he would give me wabbits. Oh, mine wabbits!" Doris was in ecstasy. Mrs. Hollister looked at the big rolls of wire questioningly: "George and I told him we wanted some chickens. I guess that's why he sent 'em," announced Harley excitedly. "I hope you boys didn't hint. That's very bad manners. You know I can't have Mr. Graham giving you such expensive presents; it won't do, dear." "No, mother, we didn't hint. George just asked him if he minded if we kept chickens here, and he said no, indeed, he'd like to go into the business himself. He said he used to have a lot of his own when he was a boy, and he guessed there was a lot of wire from the old chicken-run around at his place yet. If there was, there wasn't any reason why it shouldn't be in use, and he'd look it up. He said, if it was, he and we'd go into business. He'd furnish the tools and we could do the work, and maybe some day we could sell eggs and make it pay." "That's very kind of him, I'm sure. But, Harley, that looks like new wire. It isn't the least bit rusted." "It's galvanized, mother. Galvanized wire doesn't rust, don't you know that?" said Harley in a superior, man's voice. Harley and Doris were wild over their pets, and could do nothing all that day but hover about them, and the minute George arrived the boys went out to see about putting up some of the wire and making a temporary abode for the creatures until they could get time to plan an elaborate chicken-run. Before dark Graham arrived. He had brought a book on chicken-raising and had a good many suggestions to offer. With him in the front seat of the car rode a great golden-brown dog with a white-starred face, great affectionate eyes, and a plumy white tail. He bounded floppily out after Graham and came affably up to the door as if he understood everything; and at sight of him the children went wild. "I brought this fellow along, thinking perhaps you'd like him to help look after things here. He's only a puppy, but he's a good breed, and I think you'll find him a splendid watch-dog. You don't need to keep him, of course, if you don't want him, Mrs. Hollister, but I thought out in the country this way it might be as well for you to have him on guard, at night especially. He'll be good company for the children. We've got so many of them that we want to give this one away." And what was there to do but accept him with thanks, a dog like that begging for a home, and a home like that really needing a dog?