wind his tether tightly around Tom's legs, and
Grace incited Turk to rebellion, so that he, too,
began to gambol about in his elephantine way,
and Tom was soon tangled in another net. " I
say, Grace, let the dogs alone, will you ! " he
said angrily, as he vainly tried to disentangle
himself. " Here, Turk ! lie down sir ! Where
in the world is my knife ? Pete Trone, you are
in for a switching, young man, as soon as these
cords are cut ! " During this time Grip had been
pulling at his night-cap with all the strength of
his paws ; but as he only succeeded in drawing
it farther over his nose, he finally gave up in des-
pair, and, hearing Grace's voice, patiently sat
up on his hind legs, with fore-paws in the air,
begging to be released. He looked so ridiculous
that both Tom and his sister burst into a fit of
laughter. Good humor was restored, the tangles
cut, and the procession returned homeward,
Grip released from his cap, but still wearing his
trailing shawl.
When they reached the gate Tom stopped,
