enough of this getting up at night and racing about," I thought. "I will put a stop to it at once." So I got up and dressed me, and went out.
Frisky came up to me, and began licking my boots, and saying in dog language, "Good old master." I thought that he was making excuses for getting out, so I took him roughly by the collar, and gave him a sound trouncing, and ended by tying him in the carriage-house. I then went to bed feeling that I had done my duty, but little knew that I had spoiled Dandy's chance of escaping from the growl-box.
The next day was as fair an Easter Sunday as I can remember. The sun was warm and bright, and earth seemed to take on a new beauty by way of celebrating our Lord's triumph over death and darkness.
Poor Frisky looked so mournful when I opened the barn-door, that I forgave him and untied his rope. Instead of going to the shed for his breakfast as usual, he started on a gallop out of the yard, and before I thought to call him, went round a corner and was out of sight. "What has got into the dog?" I said; "has he run away again?" When it was time to go to church he had not come back, so I went on without knowing where he was or what he was up to.
But in the beauty and gladness of the morning I soon forgot him, and did not think of him again until I reached the church.
