“We have cakes enough to spare him a few,” replied Grandpapa.
“Of course, I couldn’t forget about Jack,” said Billy, “because he saved my life, you know.”
“The dear little soul has been worrying about what to give Jack for a Christmas present,” said Mrs. Hanlon. “He has saved up some of the money you gave him for presents, and I told him I thought Jack would appreciate some nice bones more than anything else. So what does he do but ask the butcher to sell him some of the very nicest bones he had, with plenty of meat on them.”
“And what do you think, Sam? When I told him they were for Jack, he wouldn’t take any money for them! He said he should like to give something towards a present for the Fire-Dog, because he is such a nice dog.”
“You see,” said Billy confidentially to Sam, as they drove to the engine-house, “I can make a present to Mrs. Hanlon now, because the butcher wouldn’t let me pay for Jack’s present. Do you suppose she would mind if it doesn’t come just exactly at Christmas?”
“I don’t believe she would mind very much,” replied Sam, who remembered that the Christmas present he so much wanted did not come on time.
“Will you go with me some day and buy something for her, Sam?”
“Yes,” replied Sam, “and we will pick out something real nice!”
The Fire-Dog was at home and rejoiced to see them, especially the little blind boy whose life he had saved. He was much gratified too, at the present Billy brought him. One large bone was given him, which he at once took in his mouth and walked off with to eat by himself, a proud and happy dog. The rest of the package was left in Reordan’s charge to be given according to his judgment, and a dessert from Sam’s box of cakes was added.