One bright May morning, about the middle of the month, when the air was fragrant with the scent of the swamp-pink, and a few early buttercups fringed the roadway, Old Spot and Master Frisky started for the swamp for frogs, and who should they meet upon the way but Dolly and Dot.
"Oh, there is Master Frisky," cried both of the little girls at once, when they saw him. "Let's pet him." So Master Frisky ran up and stood very still while they patted his head and stroked his long, soft coat. The little girls thought everything of him; for he was always good to them and did not scare them with deep growls, or tear their skirts with his teeth, as some of the other dogs did.
Dolly and Dot were twins; and they looked so much alike, that even their own mother was not always sure which was which.
This morning they had on some new pink and white dresses, bright stockings, and new shoes that their father had gotten them the day before, and each also wore the cutest little
