“What a good guard he must be!” said Tom.
“Yes,” said the man, “and I can tell you more than that; for one day a little girl who was at play near the millstream, fell in, and might have been drowned, had not I and my dog been near and heard her screams.”
“Did the dog jump in?” said Tom.
“Yes; and he swam down the stream after her, and brought her safe to land. She was soon quite well; and the dog and she are now such great friends, it is quite droll to see them.”
“I must run away now,” said Tom, “for it is my school-time. When I am a man I hope I shall have such a dog of my own.”
CHARLES ROSS AND THE HAWK.
What does make little Charles Ross run so fast across that long field? he looks as though he had a great deal to tell. Yes, see, there is his aunt Lucy, not far off; he will soon catch her, I think. There, now he has got up to her; but he is so out of breath he cannot speak just yet. Aunt Lucy says something to him, let us go near and hear what it is.
“My dear boy, you should not run so fast this hot day. Pray where have you been all this time, and what have you seen?”
“I aimed so well that the cap struck him, and made him drop his prey.”