la-ter, "there is a dog that is not go-ing to be driv-en by a cat. Just look, mam-ma, he wants to get some of that ba-by's sup-per." Mam-ma looked up, and on the porch of a house saw just what you see in this pic-ture—a fat small boy with a slice of bread and but-ter, while a dog almost as big as the boy looked on wait-ing for a bite.
Just at the side gate of the house stood an old cart half full of hay. It had not been used for some time, and a pair of birds had made their nest