Her sobs did not lessen in the least. She hid her face on her father's shoulder and murmured:
"A hundred prizes wouldn't make up for dear old Don,—my dear old doggie who saved my life."
CHAPTER XII
The Arrival of Duke
The death of Don so preyed upon Beth's spirits, that one night Mrs. Davenport took her in her arms and said:
"Do you remember that once when I was sad about something, you slipped your arms around my neck and asked, 'Mamma, what makes you think of the unpleasant things? why don't you just think of the nice things? That's the way I do.'"
"Did I say that really?"
Mrs. Davenport smiled at the mournfulness of Beth's tones.
"Yes, dear, and now mamma wants you to practice what you preached. I think you and I will have to form a 'Pleasant Club.' Every night we will tell each other all the pleasant things that happen during the day. What do you say?"