The other morning Dr. Hall came to see me; and, as usual in his walks about town, Ned accompanied him. The doctor is a friend of mine, and Ned is a great friend of Master Frisky's. He was in the orchard catching grasshoppers,—a favorite amusement of his puppy days; but his sharp eyes espied the doctor and Ned long before I did, and he ran with joyous barks to meet them.
Ned and he at once rubbed noses, which means in dog language, "How do you do?" and Master Frisky then took charge of his caller, and entertained him with so much ceremony that the doctor and I forgot our own visiting, and spent the time watching the dogs.
First Frisky led Ned very proudly to a new kennel that I had just built for him. The kennel was made like a small house, with sloping roof and a real door, which was always kept open in summer; but a dog could open and shut it in winter, and this kept his house warm.
Master Frisky paused in front of his kennel,
