At last Frisky fell into a deep sleep; and when I felt his nose it was moist and cool, and I was more hopeful.
For two days he slept; and on the morning of the third, when I began to think that he would never wake, I heard a funny little bark, and then a joyous loud bark from Ned. I went to see what was up; and there was Master Frisky raised upon his fore paws in the box, and Ned was lapping his face vigorously, and looking as delighted as a dog could.
I went up to Master Frisky, and sat down upon the floor; and he laid his head upon my knee, and put his paw confidentially in my hand just as he had done the day when I bought him. I patted and hugged him gently, for he was still very weak.
There was a lump in my throat, and several tears ran down my cheek in spite of me.
You may say, "How foolish! He was only a dog, and not worth crying over." Well, perhaps so; but some dogs are very human, and this one had somehow gotten into a very snug corner of my heart. How many a time when I had been feeling lonely and discouraged, he had come and snuggled under my arm, and put his nose into my hand, and with his soft tongue caressed away my care, or diverted me with his foolish pranks.
Ned was as much overjoyed as I was. I patted his head, and told him that he was a faithful dog; and he bumped the floor with his
