the collar, and with one hand over his nose that he might not bark again, I marched him out of the church.
On the steps I found a boy who for a quarter agreed to hold him until the concert was over. So I left him in his charge and went back to the music, feeling very mortified and guilty.
When the time came to go home, Master Frisky followed me sheepishly, trying occasionally to attract my attention and get me to forgive him. But, instead, when I got home I punished him severely, and put him to bed without patting his head as I usually did.
When he had been lying in his nest a few minutes, Dandy, our white cat, who thought everything of the dog, sprang down from the hay, and came and rubbed against him.
"I am sorry you got a licking," he said. "What makes you be a naughty dog and have to be punished?"
"I wasn't very bad," said Frisky; "a dog has to have some fun once in a while. But I have got a great secret to tell you."
"What is it?" asked Dandy, with interest.
"I went with master to-night to the city to a place where a wicked man has got a terrible growl-box."
Dandy's eyes opened wide with astonishment; and he asked, "What is a growl-box?"
"You lie down beside me, and get up very close so that I can whisper in your ear, and I will tell you all about it," said Frisky. "You
