PUFF AND THE BABY.
1. Puff was a tiny little terrier and a great pet. He came by his name from a way he had of making a great fuss, and getting out of breath about nothing. Baby was crazy to get hold of him, and, when she saw Puff, she would wriggle out of any one’s arms to get to him.
2. The children needed only say, “Baby, Puff is coming,” when she would give a crow of delight, and out went her little arms, fingers, and legs, all working together.
3. But Puff’s hair was long and his skin tender, and, when baby’s fingers got hold of him, his howls were dreadful, and he never got away without leaving some of his coat in baby’s fingers.
4. One day baby was asleep on the sofa, and Puff thought it was a good time to look at her, now that he could do so without fear. It was funny to see him creep along, peering into the little sleeping face, but ready to start back in a moment.
5. He went closer and closer, until his little cold nose touched baby’s mouth, when she woke with a sudden start, threw out her two little fat hands, and seized him by the whiskers.
6. Puff pulled and howled and backed off the sofa, dragging the baby after him; but she fell on top of him, and was not hurt.