"
"Why did you chain him?" asked Uncle Frank. "We were going to train him
for a watchdog," said William.
"That is not the way to train a watchdog," said his uncle. "I am sorry
that I gave him to you. How would you like to be tied to a kennel all
day, with no chance to run about? Did you take him to walk often?"
"Not very often," said William. "When I am playing I have no time to
look after a dog. He would get into mischief if I let him go where he
liked."
[Illustration: HEARING. By H. Sperling.]
"Of course," said Uncle Frank. "He was only a baby. I can remember when
you needed looking after. Now I am going to see Edward."
"Edward's dog is different from mine," said William. "He is very kind
and gentle. I wish I could have a dog like that."
Uncle Frank walked away without a word. When he came to the house where
Edward lived, he saw a fine dog lying near the steps, looking very
comfortable and happy.
"Is it possible this was once my little dog?" asked Edward's uncle, when
the first greetings were over. "How do you keep him in such good
condition?"
"When you first gave him to me," said Edward," I fed him five or six
times a day with boiled milk. After a few weeks I gave him oatmeal or
Indian meal porridge.
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